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mcdonaldâs playground, late 70s
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paraĂsos de cartĂłn piedra (vol.1) - felicidad prefabricada
mcdonaldâs playground, late 70s
i donât do nothing with my llife except romanticize and decay with indecision
âyouâre the party that makes me feel my ageâ
violetchachki Yesterday before the @louboutinworld pride event đ đ
âxannyâ from another point of view
what is it about us? i know that weâve missed something we just keep doing nothing too intoxicated to be scared
youâre better off without us cause we're nothing but unstable bring ashtrays to the table at this point that's the only thing we share
had our second hand smoke but should be drinking canned coke now we need some xannies to feel better
waking up at sundown weâre late to every party feel nothing either sorry too inebriated now to dance
morning as we come down our fxcking heads are hurting regrets by the heads passing but make the same mistakes, then blame circumstance
âAnd who I've been is with you on these beaches Your Venice bitch, your die-hard, your weakness Maybe I could save you from your sins So, kiss the sky and whisper to Jesus My, my, my, you found this, you need this Take a deep breath, baby, let me inâ
Budapest punks photographed by AndrĂĄs BĂĄnkuti.
collage poem
swinging in my room
open up a beer
and theres no one watching me
drinking alone
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im all dress up to party
but staying at home tonight
nowhere to go
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have on my eyeliner
mascara is in tears
and dark red lips
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myself, just me, chilling alone
hoping for someone who loves me
wanting to belong to anyone
i tell that all the time
cause lana says
the world was built for two
does it worth living to me?
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im all alone
on a friday night
even when im out
shaking my ass
talking to people
im all alone
i feel alone
on a friday night
-
i remember when
i wrote forever young with blood on the walls
naive, a beginner
watching my friends fall
in and out of old pauls
surely it was my idea of fun
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nobody hold me with big arms
drunk and seeing stars
just experimental kisses
liquid and fast
solid at first glance
oye papi donde estaba metio esta sucio y tiene cara de sufrio te lo dije esas gatas tienen vahio ven cariño yo te enseño el camino tengo lumi en el mundo que me ama pero este sabe que ninguno lo gana el no tiene pistola pero dispara yo soy la Ășnica put* que le carga las balas
âmi chuloâ de la zowi es la canciĂłn mĂĄs triste que se ha escrito nunca. respect.
Marlene Dietrich, 1935
âIn Europe, it doesnât matter if youâre a man or a woman - we make love with anyone we find attractive.â
topanga is hot tonight,Â
a city by the bay.
has movie stars,
and liquor stores,
and soft decay.
buscando tu calor he bajado a las cloacas y las ratas me dieron tu amor amor de rata, amor de cloaca amor de alcantarilla, amor de basurero lo hago solo por dinero