KILLER LINES IN KILLER POP // 1:45
(come on, mess me around)
"Mind you, sometimes the angels smoke, hiding it with their sleeves, and when the archangel comes, they throw the cigarettes away: that’s when you get shooting stars."
Vladimir Nabokov (via themoneyiowe)
decide which way to run
fuck, my brother, i miss you. but if there’s one thing you taught me, it was how to keep smilin’ and to keep my priorities in order and to see pretty in times where it lay quiet. remember when we went to see this guy play, right after i’d graduated, right before i set out for the life you’d been tellin’ me for twenty-one years that i deserved to have? wasn’t really your bag at the time but you came out and we hung at the back and we listened to this man growl. you smiled so big because you thought every word he said was earnest and true and that’s all that mattered to you, the grit and the honesty and the beauty coming through the tough. there is no end in tradition and there is no end in love. he knows that and so did you.