sometimes u are rly rly rly sad and then u dance in ur underwear to a song u used to love when you were fourteen and like. ok yeah hope will find me again. and u too
I love when my mutuals are reading a monkees biography and they post the most evil unhinged quotes. You’ll be scrolling and randomly see shit like “Mike saw Peter crying and decided the torture was still not complete…. He then told his bandmate that no one would ever love him and began firing blanks at his feet…..” or “Davy Jones and Peter got into a knife fight after Davy discovered that Peter was cheating on him with his longtime secret lover, Stephen Stills of The Buffalo Springfield” or “The producers locked the band in a meat locker with a bag of cocaine, four naked women, some black light posters, and instructed them not to leave for the next seventy two hours.”
i should get paid to think about old musicians its really what im best at
they should make a flavor of chips called "shock collar" where it's just dill pickle, salt n vinegar, and salt and pepper chips mixed together but they all have like 2x the flavor dust as chips regularly do. i need flavor like i'm drinking the pickle jar after burning the shit out of my mouth on some hot soup
Corporate needs you to find the difference between this picture and this picture
what's the point of life if you're not weird about your rockstars
I'm at a :.|:; for words.
we need to make using chatgpt embarrassing bc sorry it really is. what do you mean you can’t write an email
I am literally such a whore for It's Late it is the single best track off News of the World
Oh he was down BADDD