Tom The Beatnik

bbook:

Now, please.

Yes.

bbook:

Personal Style Icon: Martin Blank

Black on black on black on sunglasses on gun.

“Loner. Lone gunman. Get it? That’s the whole point. I like the lifestyle, the image. Look at the way I dress.”

nevver:

Calvin and Hobbes

flavorpill:

Unknown. Pleasures. CLOAK. Goth poncho. We want to go to there. 

What.

I know this isn’t a problem most people expect to have, but… I wish I could be meaner. OK, let me walk that back. I don’t want to be mean but I wish I could be not nice especially to people who don’t deserve me being nice to them. People who have taken advantage of my niceness and my willingness to forgive. People who aren’t all that nice to me or treat me with the same nice-ness or respect or what have you.

I wish I could just not care. Not be mean, not be malicious or anything like that but just not care and be comfortable and ok with that. Being willing to leave things in a not good state, not awful, but just not good and then moving along. 

But I have to try to be nice and make things nice, even when it ends up hurting me like hell. This is what being a nice guy gets you, I guess. 

Nice guys, we do finish last. 

The end.

bigstarblog:

realcountrydark:

Chris Bell: I am the Cosmos

Definitely the best album recorded in 1974 that was released in 1992. 

God, I love this record.

nprfreshair:

Ed Ward reviews The Smiths’ Complete Works: Smiths phrases turn up everywhere, from the “meat is murder” meme to Douglas Coupland’s novel Girlfriend in a Coma, which is a Smiths song, to a poster for a club event this past weekend which I saw emblazoned with the words “Hang the DJ.” The Smiths are dead. Long live The Smiths.

People say friends don’t destroy one another. What do they know about friends?

theredhairing:

The Saphead.

Noted.

(via bbook)

Bedroom Eyes - Dum Dum Girls

One of my favorite tracks off of their latest album. So, so good.

(Source: fuckyeahchickmusicians, via indie-rock-jukebox)