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i’m not here

this isn’t happening

i’m not here

i’m not here

like HELLO? omfg

young pj harvey and clairo kind of look alike…. does anyone else see rhis??

everytime i tell my mom i listen to a band from the 80s-90s somehow SHE LOVED THE BAND IN HS like wdym you loved The Smiths and The Cure while you were a teenager???

Just gonna throw a little something out there but Hiromi Higuruma was most likely a teen in the 90s… 90s fashion included men in croptops 🤕🤕😻

Zodiac incense sticks.

I feel unsteady, like my mind.

Rosé wine is sweet with such a pretty color. Every night there's a glass of it on the table accompanying me while I'm taking a bath. I've definitely got everything I need at night. Jeff Buckley's voice soothes me deeply, helping me to relax my body in the warm water. As a matter of fact, when I'm at this time of the day I don't think of anything at all, really. So even now I close my eyes and start dreaming.

My baby boy has come to me, opening up to me and confessing every single problem he has to me.

I'm waiting for him with my arms wide open. He lays his head on my breast and starts silently whimpering.

I just love it when he cries in my arms. I love it when he is vulnerable in front of my eyes, in my presence. Because, it's me he seeks help from. And I am always here to give it to him. What can a woman do when her man comes back home destryoed from the army?

I don't cook for him. In truth, I don't even know how to properly cook. That's a long story for another day.

Without him having gotten in our neighborhood, I just feel his presence. I immediately get out of the hosue and wait for him at my frontyard. I look at his car from afar. I listen to the sound of his car and just that brings shivers to the back of my neck. He sees me waiting for him and impatiently speeds up his pace.

Oh, how much he has changed.

He stops his car in front of me and rapidly gets out of the car. He comes up to me and looks down at me. I study his face and his body. I inhale his musty, masculine perfume. What a bliss that brings into my belly. I instantly got the heebie jeebies.

Looking up at him I notice that he's got tears in his eyes. All my nervousness disappears and I wrap my hands around his body.

I could never get tried of his affection. Or of his beautiful voice. Or of his body. Of anything really.

This is never over.

Thank you for reading this. I'm really grateful of my inspiration that always comes from Jeff Buckley, Jim Morrison, Nirvana or Aerosmith. It is really hard to write sometimes because I've had too many ideas lately and I didn't really have the guts to organze them. But, I tried nonetheless.

hope you enjoyed this!!!!

K.M.

My Cowboy.

He needed help. And how could I help a cowboy? What was the best way to help him? I have no fucking idea.

"All apologies man! What else could I say?"

Is it weird to say that when he said this, I had the best eargasm ever. It's not because it's spring and in this season women are particularly "in heat", but the thing is that he looked hot as hell when he said this to my dad.

Now, to help the man that accidentally spilled his coffee drink on my texan dad's shirt, I said that he was a dear friend of mine and that he didn't do that on purpose.

My dad looked at me as if I killed his dog Roofus. Acting as if I was innocent, I look back at him and say "What's up? You're surely not mad just because of a mere shirt getting dirty, are you? Come on now dad! Can you go inside and get me a cappuccino please?" by now I was only rambling. But nonetheless my dad nodded at the man and went inside.

"Thanks for getting me out of the dirt, doll. He was pissed as hell, thought he was gon beat the fuck outta me and I would never see the light again." he said while chuckling.

"Nah, don't sweat it. You know texan men have anger issues." I laugh.

"Name's Blaze by the way. Nice to meet you." he gave me his hand and I shook it while saying: "I'm Brooklyn. Nice to meet ya too! Are you new to town? Haven't seen ya round here before"

"Yeahhh. Got here a week ago. Moved from Dallas. Wanted to change scenery and got to Austin. People 've told me that they have pretty cowgirls 'roun here, you know."

Oh you sneaky little shit.

my true form ⁉️

My composition is getting better and better. I recently listened to Das Boot by U96 and I absolutely loved it! It is everything I love about 90s Dance Music. I especially like Come2Gether, and this track is very much isnired by it. Enjoy this little preview

First post on Tumblr let's go! I'm releasing a single tommorow, so I had to compose a B-Side for it. Here's a little preview...

Btw have a nice day everyone!

Jennifer Lopez - If You Had My Love (1999)

HELLLOOO!🩷🩷🩷 not sure if your requests are OPEN BUT. I’d love some jeff buckley themed stuff if thats okay?.. DOESNT HAVE TO BE ANYTHING SPECIFIC!

★ 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑭𝑳𝑬𝑺𝑯 𝑰𝑺 𝑺𝑶! ⭒ 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑭𝑳𝑬𝑺𝑯 𝑰𝑺 𝑺𝑶.... ⭒ 𝑵𝑰𝑪𝑬... ★

hi! no need to be shy♡ thanks so much for the ask. i hope you like these. although my requests are open, they might close soon in a few days. so get your requests in if you have any .ᐟ

──── ⠀❛　 no need for credit, but it's appreciated. ㅤ♡ྀི ₊

courtney love performing at molson polar ice party in tuktoyaktuk, canada. september 13th, 1995. photographed by larry macdougal

My friend Goo

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SURVIVE THE NIGHT by RILEY SAGER (REVIEW)

quickly: a girl accepts a ride home with the man who may have killed her best friend (cinephile meets serial killer / girl snap out of it dammit! / grandma’s got a gun / smells like teen spirit and BS in here / red flag after red flag after red flag / secret code phrases / psychological blackouts / your boyfriend’s back and it’s gonna be trouble / this ain’t hollywood baby).

Charlie is a college girl suffering from PTSD after her dorm mate is brutally murdered by a serial killer. She feels like it’s her fault for leaving her friend alone that night. Unable to cope with the stress of reality, she lapses into delusional hollywood fantasies whenever things get too tough. Despite her best judgments, she accepts a ride from a guy pretending to be a college student. He lures her to his car, and now, paranoid and stressed, she can’t decide which reality she is in, long enough to form an escape plan. 

Anytime the story starts with the protagonist pouring a bottle of pills down the drain, you know you’re in for some MESS! The first Riley Sager book I read, THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, was close to a Stephen King style middle america horror. This story was closer to an R. L. Stine Fear Street book. Quick, fun, a little pulpy, and full of cheap but thrilling twists and turns. 

★ ★ ★