Kate Bush, The Ninth Wave (1985) — Photographed By John Carder Bush

I feel like shit 😵‍💫🤙all sick and exhausted. Can't wait to get high and crash tonight

The Doors. 1968

Selfshipping isn't enough I need to explode

nikki f#ckin sixx!

damn😍

I kinda just want a partner that has long (wavy) hair, is unpredictable, loves and cares for me, loves music, is tol, dominant with a bit of submissive femininity, goofy, is up for anything in bed, and many other things I am too lazy to list

If I don't feel like this when I see them...

Scene

Hagen and I are lying in bed. He's turned his head to sleep while I change the thunderstorm video from one to another. The sound quality wasn't great. He's dosing off, an ad plays, and the screen turns white, lighting the room. Hagen wakes up slightly from the brightness. I squint my eyes and nuzzle my head into my neck, turning away slightly.

I close them, "MY EYES." The scream was silent.

Hagen wheezed through his lips. Laughs slowly filled the room.

Led Zeppelin at Earl’s Court, London, 1975.

I feel like I'm losing my spark a little bit. I'm not as happy, fun, or exciting as I used to be, or as life used to be. I'm slowly getting it back, but I'm not sure. I'm mostly around people who are older than me, who aren't as weird as I am. I think I'm just overly masking, and it's taking a bad toll on me. I care too much about what people think, rather than what just makes me happy.

I'm not around people who encourage my real side to come out anymore. Ever since last year happened, I've changed so much. I've shut myself off from the world. I know recognition is the first step to change, but I wish it would happen faster...

Tiles! I want to have a kitchen wall full with different designs

Help

So zonked at work I forgot what I was doing here