I’m about to delete all my followers and following. If you want, refollow.
yeah fuck this tumblr shit, I’m out again
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plasticplums : > my bloody valentine, 1988. photo by joe dilworth.
littlehorrorshop : > Metropolis, 1927
warnerarchive : > Ida Lupino in OUT OF THE FOG (1941) >
I’m gonna have to do a purge or something, I have no idea who half the people I’m following are, and I have no idea who anyone who’s following me is
I used to have friends on here. Now they’ve all left or forgot about me.
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I just wrote the most harmonically complex song I’ve ever written and nobody does or will ever give a shit. I’m also in the middle of a crying fit and the only way to properly translate my ...
Guess I’m just too old for this Tumblr shit. Too bad nobody replies to Moleskines
How do you sleep when the ground’s been pulled out from under you? How do you sleep when you dreams have been shattered? How do you feel whole when there’s an obvious gaping hole in you?
If anyone has Whatsapp add me on +393478062. I need friends.
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I took 120mg of Ambien last night and all it did was make me sleep til noon. Movies make it look too fucking easy.
I’ve never had to deal with loss. Not this badly. Never this close. I’m doing a lousy job. And I don’t give a fuck about people who think I’m making a big deal out of losing a cat. I no l...
led in by accident through a breach in radio waves a cold welcome breeze bids me make for the river what you wish for cannot be found here what you wish for does no longer exist
I miss you more than you could ever imagine. Half of my soul is now void.
I wrote another dirge for Pixel. I’m disappointed that my lack of talent isn’t enough to pay her homage.
Every day. Wake up. Cry. Start work. Stop work and start writing music because work is too slow. Maybe take an ativan or five. Cry again. Take a nap. Wake up and cry. Figure out something for din...