"I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of the throat and I’d cry for a week."
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via 10281)
"I mean, I have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything else."
Vladimir Nabokov (via nczv)

Courtney Love reading Kurt Cobain’s suicide note.
I feel the same way you guys do. If you guys don’t think … that I used to sit in this room, when he played the guitar and sang, and feel so honored to be near him, you’re crazy… Anyway, he left a note, it’s more like a letter to the fucking editor. I don’t know what happened. I mean it was gonna happen, but it could’ve happened when he was 40. He always said he was gonna outlive everybody and be a hundred and twenty. I’m not gonna read you all the note ’cause it’s none of the rest of your fucking business. But some of it is to you. I don’t really think it takes away his dignity to read this considering that it’s addressed to … most of you. He’s such an asshole. I want you all to say ‘asshole’ really loud.

“This note should be pretty easy to understand. All the warnings from the punk rock 101 courses over the years since my first introduction to the, shall we say, ethics involved with independence and embracement of your community, has proven to be very true. I haven’t felt the excitement of listening to, as well as creating music, along with really writing something, for too many years now. I feel guilty beyond words about these things – for example, when we’re backstage and the lights go out and the roar of the crowd begins, it doesn’t affect me the way in which it did for Freddie Mercury, who seemed to love and relish the love and adoration of the crowd.”
Well, Kurt, so fucking what — then don’t be a rockstar you asshole.

”Which is something I totally admire and envy. The fact, I can’t fool you, any one of you, it simply isn’t fair to you or to me. The worst crime I could think of would be to put people off by faking it, pretending as if I’m having 100% fun“
No Kurt, the worst crime I can think of is for you to just continue being a rock star when you fucking hate it, just fucking stop.

”Sometimes I feel as I should have a punch-in time-clock before I walk out on stage. I’ve tried everything within my power to appreciate it, and I do, God believe me, I do. But it’s not enough. I appreciate the fact that I and we have affected and entertained a lot of people. I must be one of those narcissists who only appreciate things when they’re alone. I’m too sensitive. Oh, I need to be slightly numb in order to regain the enthusiasm I once had as a child. On our last three tours I’ve had a much better appreciation of all the people I’ve known personally, and of fans of our music. But I still can’t get out the frustration, the guilt and the empathy I have for everybody. There’s good in all of us and I simply love people too much.”
So why didn’t you just fucking stay?

”So much that it makes me feel too fucking sad. Sad little sensitive unappreciative Pisces, Jesus, Man…”

Oh shut up, bastard. Why didn’t you just enjoy it? I don’t know. Then he goes on to say personal things to me that are none of your damn business; personal things to Frances that are none of your damn business.

”I had a good marriage, and for that I’m grateful. But since the age of seven, I’ve become hateful toward all humans in general. Only because it seems so easy for people to get along and have empathy.“

Empathy?

”Only because I love and feel for people too much I guess. Thank you all from the pit of my burning nauseous stomach for your letters and concern during the last years. I’m too much of an erratic, moody person and I don’t have the passion anymore. So remember…
“ And don’t remember this, cause this is a fucking lie!

”It’s better to burn out than to fade away“

God! You asshole.

”Peace, Love, Empathy. Kurt Cobain.“

And then there are some more personal things that is none of your damn business. And just remember: this is all bullshit. But I want you to know one thing: that 80’s tough luck bullshit, it doesn’t work. It’s not real. It doesn’t work. I should have let him – we all should have let him – have his numbness. We should have let him have the thing that made him feel better, that made his stomach feel better. We should have let him have it, instead of trying to strip away his skin.
You go home and you tell your parents, “Don’t you ever try that tough love bullshit on me, ‘cuz it doesn’t fucking work.” That’s what I think.

And I’m laying in our bed, and I’m really sorry. And I feel the same way you do. I’m really sorry you guys. I don’t know what I could have done. I wish I’d been here. I wish I hadn’t listened to other people, but I did.
Every night I’ve been sleeping with his mother, and I wake up in the morning and think it’s him because his body’s sort of the same.
And I have to go now. Just tell him he’s a fucker, OK? Just say “fucker.” “You’re a fucker.” And that you love him.

vilicity:

Posted this before but I’m gonna repost it goddammit

vilicity:

Posted this before but I’m gonna repost it goddammit

"I didn’t know what to say. I felt like crying, Goddammit everybody in the world wants an explanation for your acts and for your very being."
Jack Kerouac, On the Road (via olivia-ross)
dereknotderrick:

Hey look, everybody is reblogging the cake for my birthday. Joy of joys.

dereknotderrick:

Hey look, everybody is reblogging the cake for my birthday. Joy of joys.

holy shit I’m basically an adult I didNT SIGN UP FOR THIS

chili-jesson:

things i wish i could tell you part 2
i’m sorry i’m not more 
i’m sorry i’m not enough 

chili-jesson:

things i wish i could tell you part 2

i’m sorry i’m not more 

i’m sorry i’m not enough 

pmon3y69:

thank you based god

pmon3y69:

thank you based god

irenetholomew:

Untitled στο We Heart It.

irenetholomew:

Untitled στο We Heart It.