Patti Smith © Robert Mapplethorpe Foundation
I don’t wanna stay at your party
I don’t wanna talk with your friends
I don’t wanna vote for your president
I just wanna be your tugboat captain…
Wearing holes in the thighs of my blue jeans//waiting 4 spring.
Age 17: how do I get my normie boyfriend to like animal collective
Age 22: how do I get my normie boyfriend to like anything other than animal collective
Age 26: how do I forget all of the culture I’ve consumed in the past ten years. I long to be free of this weight.
And sometimes when you’re on,
You’re really fucking on,
And your friends, they sing along
And they love you.
But the lows are so extreme
That the good seems fucking cheap,
And it teases you for weeks
In its absence.
But you’ll fight, and you’ll make it through,
You’ll fake it if you have to,
And you’ll show up for work with a smile.
And you’ll be better, and you’ll be smarter,
And more grown up, and a better daughter,
Or son, and a real good friend.
You’ll be awake, you’ll be alert,
You’ll be positive, though it hurts,
And you’ll laugh, and embrace all your friends.
You’ll be a real good listener.
You’ll be honest, you’ll be brave.
You’ll be handsome, and you’ll be beautiful.
You’ll be happy.
November aesthetics.
What a beautiful face
I have found in this place
That is circling all round the sun
What a beautiful dream
That could flash on the screen
In a blink of an eye and be gone from me
Soft and sweet
Let me hold it close and keep it here with me
I was born very far from where I’m supposed to be, and so, I’m on my way home, you know?
Bob Dylan (via introspectivepoet)
Night One//Day One