I could maybe get onboard with the short hair if it always came paired with a crop top 😘
Today's Document
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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noise dept.
RMH
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oozey mess
Xuebing Du
Misplaced Lens Cap

izzy's playlists!
sheepfilms
cherry valley forever
Three Goblin Art
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Stranger Things

pixel skylines

JVL

#extradirty
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@ronnomania
I could maybe get onboard with the short hair if it always came paired with a crop top 😘
does anybody else remember this very specific series of notes in The Man Who Fell to Earth (1976) — not entirely sure which point in the movie but it just sounds very familiar.
I think a good rock band ought to have a dash of homoeroticism on stage. A little sprinkle.
An example, David Bowie and Mick Ronson
Sensing his anticlimactic mood after the 1980 Floor Show, effectively the closure of 46 months of classic work, Bowie’s wife Angie and Dana Gillespie took Ronson out for dinner to cheer him up. A formidable couple, they teased him mercilessly just to watch him blush. “I told him: ‘The only thing wrong with you Ronno is you’re a sweet-talking Romeo,’” Angie recalls. “‘Look at the trail of broken hearts you’ve left across the world.’” He’d look at me with those big, long eyelashes and say: ‘Ooh, Angie, you’re so silly…’ He was so handsome and so divine. Mick was a car door opener, a hand-holder as you crossed the street, the first one to get the young lady a drink. He was adorable. You noticed he had big hands and he looked more like a surfer than a typical bulky English rugby type. I was fighting women off with brooms.”
In 1970, Mick Ronson changed the career of David Bowie and went on to work with Lou Reed, Bob Dylan, John Mellencamp, Morrissey and more. Cl
So last night I dreamt that Megamind had gotten a ‘head extension’ and this is what it looked like
(my brain wouldn’t allow me to go back to sleep until I’d drawn it)
Self care is chain smoking, dropping acid, and chugging coffee until you astral project to the castle at the center of the labyrinth to fight david bowie
Back of the mullet appreciation
good fucking morning *levitates towards you with ill intent*
Be like bowie
David Bowie using a special theater palette, which he had brought back from his nine-gig Japanese tour in April 1973. Photo by Mick Rock
Spot the bananas. Why are there bananas?
I just... i just need a time machine so I can go back and stand where she was standing...
Me, looking back at how many books i used to read: I love that bitch, she was going places.
...fanfiction counts as books... right?
There's no such thing as time we just measure it by what David Bowie's hair looks like
This hit too close to home. I don’t need no time scale.
Time for some thigh pictures
I think my body just stopped functioning
David Bowie: hey mick you know that one song I just wrote? The emotional one about Marc Bolan?
Mick Ronson: yeah
David Bowie: well what if *laughing* what if I ended it with “get some pussy now”? wouldn’t that be funny?
Mick Ronson: Don’t…. Don’t do that.
David Bowie: Lol it’s already on the record.
Mick Ronson: DAVID NO-