Fridgecat

Poems. Coffee. Drums. Winter. Rain. Fairy lights. Photography. Guitar. Reading. [J.E.H]. Thinking. Skate. Music. Mandolin. Winter. Eyes. Blue. Ray bans. Nostalgia. Black Alaska. Skateboards. Fuck. Californication. Cameras. Jim Morrison. Vampire weekend. Elliott Smith. Lights. City. Sydney. Cd's. Bass. Vox. Jeans. Rah. Converse. Pearl jam. Felix the cat. The Doors. Cardigans. Overcoats. Suspenders. The wombats. Beds. Clint Eastwood. Sleep. Fedoras. Dr pepper. Books. Pillows. Kings Of Leon. Lazy days. Interpol. Love. Pez.

johnfrusciantemylife:

RHCP Singles →  Blood Sugar Sex Magik

“It’s tricky to think that 20 years have passed. When we play songs off Blood Sugar today, the last thing they feel is antiquated. I still have an absolute connection to playing those songs. It’s not like I’m beating a dead horse when I play them. They’re still vibrant and connect to now, in some way. So I guess the album is holding up, standing the test of time.” — Anthony Kiedis

Amaziiing

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Why is their happy so loud?

What drove you to madness,
What happened,
Along the line,
To make you content,
With such destruction,
The corners fraying,
And you don’t mind,
When was the slow decay,
Of everything,
You rested hopes upon,
And all the bright things,
That have gone away,
Why are you so sad,
Why is their happy so loud?

L.james

I have this typewriter!!!!

I have this typewriter!!!!

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vvithrainyeyes:

Hahahahhhahaha awhhhh hes so cute

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—I Miss You

gutterpoet:

Here it is……..the first official preview of GypsyCabCo’s “I Miss You”……….enjoy!

Gypsy Cab Co!

Almost no gas left.
too fucking bad.
you gun it,
lighting a crushed cigarette with
one hand from a soiled pack of
matches.

shit on the world.

Charles Bukowski

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