Hey little girl
Hey little girl
Sometimes I’ll put up with it, alright.
But I can’t even dance the way I might
Were it just me and you tonight
Reblog Adam J. Kurtz
People talk, few speak the truth…
Most tell their fantasies…
People’s rules and what they do are often different things.
kind of a weird mood. it’s overcast outside and i feel like an anime character. is that strange? thus enter some sexy, sexy, synthy dark electro and all things Jewel.
it can’t be bought, it can only be found…
Special Needs - Placebo
Early Runaways photo on Hollywood Blvd! I think it was 1977.
a pinch of rock and a dose of roll
Eartha Kitt photographed by George Silk, 1955
You’re the only one who really knew me at all
Listened to this American Life’s show about break ups and it has me wondering just how many people around the world have cried with and along to ol’ Phil.
I try to rock her in my cradle
I try to knock her out
I try to cram her back in my mouth, yeah
ok, ok, ok… i’ve got this terrible habit of letting that stupid noise in my head tell me i’m not good enough, not fast enough, not worthy enough. shut it, noise, i have shit to do. like run bout.
'Cause just when you least expect it…
that mona lisa smile
what would it be like if i thought i was pretty
what would it be like if i carried that knowledge around
like i do the knowledge that i am a writer
pretty like peonies pretty like satin pretty like the child i was
would i speak to you differently
would i be healthier less stressed
would i buy more shoes or fewer
would i be more or less afraid
of death would i find something else
to hate about myself
would i get this jealous
when your eyes aren’t touching me
in this city of movie star beauties
would i be able to write such raw and seductive words
would you have fallen in love with me sooner
would i have frightened you away
before you had the chance?
― Francesca Lia Block, How to (Un)cage a Girl