went through my scrapbooks tonight to find some old photos I had saved back when I was a teenager for a friend of mine
it makes me sad because she won’t know what it was like to be alive and loving Nirvana while Kurt was still here.
Those of us who were that lucky aren’t better fans or bigger fans. It’s just different for us than it is for the fans now. And unlike some, that makes me sad rather than cocky. I wish they could have known was it was like, though they are also lucky to be spared the heartache that we endured on that day. I still remember where I was when I heard. I remember how I felt and I remember wishing I could find Krist and Dave and hug them for if I felt that bad, they must have felt so much worse.
I have a lot of things in these books that seem like a whole other life now. it’s very strange indeed
One wizard world Portland Norman Reedus VIP package obtained.
Happy Christmas and Boxing Day to meeeeeeeerreee
“If you think it’s been weirdly dry this fall, you are correct. KGW meteorologist Rod Hill says precipitation is half of normal.”
me and Santa…
*lights self on fire and throws self from cliff because old flame tells you that you always understood him and that’s all you ever tried to show him and even though it’s too long too late he finally gets it and yet you are still so fucking alone and you swear to god if one more old flame has another goddamn revelation about how great you are when its too fucking late to do anything about it you’ll seriously have an aneurysm.*
My customer and I sang a bit of Bon jovis runaway…. No context needed when we are that badass…