Baby
I want to see you tonight
I know it’s late
I don’t want to fight
I’m at a party
Where am I? (Echo Park)
In Echo Park
The band has stopped playing
The keg is all dry
CHORUS
You call me up because I’m sober and you wanted me to drive
I’m getting tired of being treated as just a free ride
I finally figured out that you’re just a thorn in my side
That’s withered dull and dry
Baby
How could you say
Such mean, and cruel things to me?
My friends have all gone
I don’t know how I got here
It’s too far to walk
I’m in four inch heals
i dont think ive ever been happier to go home
i cant wait to just lie around my moms new house
i cant wait to play with my bro and all his dumb friends
i cant wait to be out of this town for a few days
i cant wait to appreciate where i am again
I need to make myself one of these
indeed.
so even though ive bitched a lot.
i def have the best job ever.
were going to EUROPE!!!!!!!!!!!!
and im gonna see this…
and this…
and this…
i cant waiiiiitttt!!!!!!!!!!!!
ps i am currently taking donations.
I think everybody should be nice to everybody.
–Andy Warhol (via kari-shma) (via quote-book)
really andy? werent you one of the most manipulative and mentally abusive men in art?
Via Quote Book:my mom really cant get any cooler
when I was eight and my bro we six I got a copy of the stray cats album and my bro got a copy of weird science from the “easter bunny”
thanks mom hope were cool enough.
i remember why i dont get that drunk anymore!
because I:
-fight
-ruin friendships
-cry in the street
-get ahold of ex bfs
-make a complete ass out of myself
Sometimes people are beautiful.
Not in looks.
Not in what they say.
Just in what they are.
Markus Zusak
.. so true. I have a few of those in my life.
(via kari-shma)
(via quote-book) Via Quote Book:![tinycastles:
liquidnight:
“I came upon twin fawns in the display case of a mom and pop toy and science store in Kansas City, Missouri. It took me two years to win the trust of the shop owner and save the money to buy them. A taxidermist spotted a dead deer by the side of the road. He stopped to properly dispose of the body and realized she was pregnant. He opened her and found near full-term twin fawns, he removed and preserved them.
Deer rarely have twins and the taxidermist retained the uterine gesture of their bodies. I built them a vitrine with a light blue base. Their prematurity exaggerates the delicacy of an incredibly sweet thing. The points of their hooves, the length of their lashes, the spots of their hides, nose to small nose in an ur-cartoonish realism … Viewers’ eyes trick them into believing the fawns are breathing. The tragedy of beauty is its transience.
The twins live forever in their own demise. They are sleeping beauties.They have been muses since I first saw them … We dress death in lilies and bronze the names of our dead sons on walls. We erect altars of toys and hold candlelight vigils to express hope. My twin fawns sleep endlessly on their baby blue block in my studio. The twins never opened their eyes yet their wondrous fatality evokes an acceptable alternative to death.”
— Peregrine Honig
[via Ravishing Beasts]
Thank you Jill. But I could honestly die after this.](http://3.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kt33go8XQy1qzhl9eo1_500.gif)
“I came upon twin fawns in the display case of a mom and pop toy and science store in Kansas City, Missouri. It took me two years to win the trust of the shop owner and save the money to buy them. A taxidermist spotted a dead deer by the side of the road. He stopped to properly dispose of the body and realized she was pregnant. He opened her and found near full-term twin fawns, he removed and preserved them.
Deer rarely have twins and the taxidermist retained the uterine gesture of their bodies. I built them a vitrine with a light blue base. Their prematurity exaggerates the delicacy of an incredibly sweet thing. The points of their hooves, the length of their lashes, the spots of their hides, nose to small nose in an ur-cartoonish realism … Viewers’ eyes trick them into believing the fawns are breathing. The tragedy of beauty is its transience.
The twins live forever in their own demise. They are sleeping beauties.They have been muses since I first saw them … We dress death in lilies and bronze the names of our dead sons on walls. We erect altars of toys and hold candlelight vigils to express hope. My twin fawns sleep endlessly on their baby blue block in my studio. The twins never opened their eyes yet their wondrous fatality evokes an acceptable alternative to death.”
— Peregrine Honig
[via Ravishing Beasts]
Thank you Jill. But I could honestly die after this.
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oh baby, such a fine lady talkin' and your voice is deep
