"every man would be a tyrant if he could"

— abagail adams


Mansion Song
Kate Nash
My Best Friend Is You
I fancy the hip rock ‘n’ roll scenester 
I wanna be fucked and then rolled over 
Cause I’m an independent woman of the 21st century 
No time for knits, I want sex and debauchery 
I read glamour & the guardian 
I like flowers & I’m hardy & I take cocaine 
I don’t give a fuck about her I want your name 
I can get fucked like the best of men 
Like the best of men Like the worst of pain 
Inflicted on another young girl again 
Impressed by another guitar hero 
He’s a top score & you’re a zero 
You’re out of your league 
There ain’t no rubber on the tracks it’s gravel 
You fall hard, cut quick and it’s an STD, a cut knee 
You’re a side of stage grasp, a laugh 
An after show party in a bath 
Fucked and expected to be fucked 
A gasp from an uninformed intruder 
The crowd go wild and things get ruder 
They’re already out of hand and there’s no-one here 
To take your hand. It’s a cold shower and a scramble 
For a dirty pair of knicker, don’t get yours mixed up with hers 
Now get out of bed, get out of bed, get out get out get get out of bed 
Get up, get down & get undressed! Cause that’s what you 
Do best, strip, strip strip n shag, fuck get fucked ‘n drag, 
And be impressed, by the better sex, take a piece of raw 
Vegetable and hold it to your breast and say you stood 
For nothing. You were just a hole that lacked passion, 
Another undignified product of society. That girl 
Should have been a mansion.

i can be alone. i hate boys.

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Go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an an enormous reward. You will have created something.
Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country (via arpeggia)

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What’s money? A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and goes to bed at night and in between does what he wants to do.
Bob Dylan (via classicrockneverdies)

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I love nature! <3


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I haven’t the slightest idea how to change people, but I still keep a long list of prospective candidates just in case I should ever figure it out.
David Sedaris (via seppukuu)


Look at yourself on the day that you graduated from college, then look at yourself today. I did that recently, and it was like, “Yikes! What the hell happened? The answer, of course, is life. What the hag chose not to foretell—and what we, in our certainty could not have fathomed—is that stuff comes up. Weird doors open. People fall into things. Maybe the engineering whiz will wind up brewing cider, not because he has to, but because he finds it challenging. Who knows? Maybe the athlete will bring peace to all nations, or the class moron will go on to become the president of the United States—though that’s more likely to happen at Harvard or Yale, schools that will pretty much let in anybody.
David Sedaris, When You Are Engulfed in Flames: What I Learned (via rdwilliams)

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