23 Fitzroy Road, London where Sylvia Plath commited suicide. 4:30 am February 11th, 1963
Sylvia Plath (via sarahnade-me)
Marry me, pink lady? PLEASE, GOD
Haruki Murakami (via misswallflower)
Charles Bukowski (via loveyourchaos)
Last night Bradford Cox pulled me up and behind stage and the world came together when we made a promise. He even bit on it for me. Something sweet: on my Alphabets/Deerhunter split he wrote a Patti Smith quote and let me know that Justin was cremated too. I’ll be enflamed always. We’ve got the sorest throats. Thank you, Alex. Carnivores rule, despite the fact that I’m not one.