Josh Homme and Brody Dalle <3
If I ever saw one of my celebrity crushes in real life I wouldn’t approach them. Instead I would pay a homeless man twenty bucks to punch me in the face in front of them. Because based on all of the fanfiction I have read they would then rush to my aid and then invite me back to their apartment to get an ice pack and then I say something cute and witty that makes them want to kiss me and then we fall in love and get married.
This works if the celebrity crush’s name is Daryl Palumbo and you didn’t have to pay someone to punch you. Except we’re not married. And I got invited into the venue, not his house. And he kissed my hand not my face. But he’s, like, clearly in love with me.
What sort of time are people looking at getting queued up? I’ll be there on my own, so it’d be nice to say hi to some people in order to pass the time.
I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them no one else gets to see. Like if you followed them around invisibly for a day and saw them crying in their bed at night or singing in the shower or humming quietly to themselves as they make a sandwich or even just brutally murdering their entire family. And even if they were really weird and had no friends at school, I think, after seeing them at their most vulnerable, you wouldn’t be able to help falling in love with them.
Moulin Rouge OST — Ascension/Nature Boy
The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love, and be loved in return.
go get your knife, and lay down.
fangirl challenge : [02/05] Casts
#2 - American Horror Story Cast
Glassjaw - Convectuoso (Ry Ry’s Song [Single])
A notch on my belt is how you shall exist.
No more, no less for the greater good.
That’s you, American womanhood.
Christian: The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.
So excited to be seeing this at Yeovil Cineworld on Valentine’s Day with some friends! You know I’ll be the annoying fuck belting out every damn song and crying at every damn thing.
The Mars Volta HAD to go and split up THE DAY I GET MY SHIRT THROUGH. THE FUCK, GUYS?! REALLY. REALLY. YOU’RE KILLING ME HERE. I love you, why are you doing this to me?! FUUUUUUUUUUU-
Also, if you could let me know what time it starts, converted to GMT, that’d be sweet. I think it’s 3am, but I want to be sure—I might cry if I miss it.
Thanks in advance!