Bad Skin / Everyone’s a Pussy (Fuck You, Dude) / Don’t Call Me “Fabulous” by Hunx and His Punx
New Hunx and his Punx is so rad.
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Paradise by the dashboard light
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On set, Alfred Hitchcock would always refer to Anthony Perkins as “Master Bates”.
Psycho (1960)
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A-POC presentation, F/W 2000, Scan from A-POC Making: Issey Miyake and Dai Fujiwara.
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New hobby, listening to miss America contestants bomb their questions.
“I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, and I wish I could sink my hands into your flesh and light lanterns along your spine so you know that there’s nothing but light when I see you”
— Shinji Moon (via gokufuckedme)
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“But there is kind of this old standby, this old dependable thing that I do, which is I just sit on my bed with the accordion and just sort of play chords and sing and kind of wait for something good to come out. So that gets me pretty far and then there’s a lot of different ways of coming up with melodies.”
— John Linnell, 1992 [x] (via theantigovernor)
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Happy Father’s Day to the best dad and teacher I could have ever dreamt of having. Although we were only together for a short time, you pushed me to be myself and showered me with unconditional love. I think of you everyday, and miss you twice as much.
Holding my hand. Insisting. An arm to squeeze. Neck and head rubs. Ensuring I got to a bed. Jumped into a window to unlock the door. Took off uncomfortable clothing. Cover me with blanket. Draws curtains so room is dark. Cuddles next to me with computer and headphones, allowing me to nap. Thank you for that.
I got to page 2 of Google searches for “John Linnell masturbation rap” before considering what my life has become
Wait WHAT, I’M CONFUSED
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