Metallica annoying and obsessive fan. James Hetfield is my religion. "the way I learned how to love things was just to choke them to death"" hey I also love jason
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Oh my god
He looks like the absolute perfect man to cuddle with. Just imagine curling up next to him on the couch or in bed and watching TV or something. He'd be so warm and comfy to lay against 😩 He's flipping through a car or hunting magazine, his glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose, he's got a warm sweater or hoodie on because it was a cool day outside, late fall, winter, early spring, doesn't matter. Your laying against his side your own book in hand, or maybe your working on a hobby, knitting, crocheting, sewing. His arm is wrapped around your shoulders, keeping you pressed close to his side. You're both content with the silence between you. There's no need to talk to be able to enjoy each other's company. You both already have your lower halves tucked under the sheets for the night so eventually one of you dozes off. Maybe it's James and his magazine droops from his hands as his soft snores catch your attention. Maybe it's you and he notices your hands have stopped working and your eyes are fluttered shut, your head leaning further against his chest. He'd take your things out of your hands and put them on the night stand along with his magazine and glasses. If you wore them too he'd gently slide them off of your face before turning the light off and pulling you down under the covers with him, wrapping you in his arms and pulling you against his chest. He knows you always get cold during the night so he always holds you close. He'd feel you curl up further against him making him smile to himself and place a kiss against your head. He'd whisper a sweet "I love you" and "goodnight" to you before dozing off after you.
Crying
Texas 1986 Part 2
whatever.
16-year-old Courtney Love photographed by Jon Sievert, 1981.
“When I was fourteen, I was so bloody ugly and I thought I was Kate Moss. I chased this guy named Mark Rennie, who was the hottest photographer in Portland, around, convinced him to [take pictures of me]. I had this big schnoz, I had blusher on, I’m wearing white gloves, and I [was] making new wave faces, and, like, voguing… there was a gap in my teeth, and I was 180 pounds. So if someone calls me ugly, it sort of rolls off my back because it’s not about looks, it’s about attitude—you get laid on attitude.”
— Courtney Love
peter as "heavyhorse" on the old network54 forums (x)
This
i don't know you guys. relationships like p&c are crazy to me because it's so hard for me to comprehend HOW can someone be that obsessed with another person for such a long time. i watched that new you're my waterloo video again where peter came over to carl playing the piano and man...carl's eyes... he's been looking at peter with these same eyes for so many years. the expression is literally the same if you compare it to some other times we've seen these moments between them. people always say that peter is the crazier one but i don't buy it. they're both crazy about each other. GOD. "his cruel eyes". fucking kill me
Her
“Cuz I’m just a teenage dirtbag, baby”
Indie sleaze kids🪐⛸️🌟
the long way home
No one actually cares about the community. I mean. I'm talking for myself and what I see. My father told me that the only thing he can't bear is injustice and I got that. And he's absolutely right. But in the end of the day it's just me and me. And no one cares more about me than me. And everyone should care about themselves and only themselves. Idk what I'm trying to explain. Lately I have so messy thoughts
there needs to be a cultural shift in america like im not talking about culture war bullshit i mean the average american needs to learn to care about their community and the rest of the world and not be a self-absorbed asshole with a "fuck you i got mine" attitude.
She and her anger and her sadness were absolutely right
The gatefold jacket featuring a restored alternate take of the long-lost photograph of Gram and Emmylou, taken by Ginny Winn in 1972.
Gram Parsons by Ed Caraeff in 1969.
when a man has chest hair poking out the top of his shirt. ok whore