Unreleased photos from Kurt Cobain’s death scene - his little box of goodness
you are my serpentine, but I’ll never look you in the eyes again
I don’t want to be the filler if the void is solely yours. I don’t want to be your glass of single malt whiskey hidden in the bottom drawer. I don’t want to be the bandage if the wound is not mine. Lend me some fresh air.
Annie wants a baby now. Annie wants a baby any way she can.