Kat Agarrado. One of my influences. I’d go gay for this woman.
Martha by Tom Waits
Thank you good heavens for this man.
(Source: stratocasters)
I die a little inside every time I listen to this. Definitely one of Red Hot Chili Peppers’ best songs.
Waking up dead, inside of my head
Would never, never do, there is no med
No medicine to take
I’ve had a chance to be insane
Asylum from the falling rain
I’ve had a chance to break
It’s so bad, it’s got to be good
Mysterious girl misunderstood
Dressed like a wedding cake
(Source: stratocasters)
Mary have mercy now look what I’ve done but don’t blame me because I can’t help where I come from and running is something that we’ve always done well & mostly I can’t even tell what I’m running from.
Run from their pity, from responsibility.
Run from the country & run from the city-
I can run from the law, I can run from myself.
I can run from my life, I can run into debt.
I can run from it all, I can run til I’m gone.
I can run for the office & run for my cause.
I can run using every last ounce of energy.
I cannot, I cannot, I cannot run from my family.
(Source: stratocasters)
Life is meant to tear you apart, and how you put yourself back together is the only thing that would count. It is the only thing that would matter.
I have been getting these anxiety attacks lately. My brain tends to overwork. I swear it smokes up and I could feel it in all of my body.
I have a lot of nasty habits - one of which is overthinking. Overthinking is the worst mainly because it has no fucking anything I can counter it with. Music works, then seconds later, I am back to these thoughts. Stupid thoughts I wish I could drown with the heaviest and grittiest music I can listen to, stupid and useless thoughts that would be better to live without. But the more you distract yourself, the more your brain will swerve back to those thoughts.
If only there was something that could shut off a certain thought.
If only.

Had a guesting last Wednesday at my alma mater’s Battle of the Bands finals. Yep, that’s me in the funeral outfit

Had time to continue reading Bob Dylan’s biography and finally got to the pictures. I just realized that I’m obsessed with black and white photographs

It’s amazing how vengeance and love melts together and gets them killed in the end. Poor Mrs. Lovett who’s just lovesick after Mr. T who will slit all the throats he sees.
♔ elise. I live for rock n roll, 






