yes„ but as a Straight White Male when will it be MY time to shine? ? ???!

Grimes @ FYF Fest.
August 23, 2014. Los Angeles, California
Photos by Erez Avissar for Pitchfork

“What are the odds? I move to New York and wind up living across the street from Elite, where Julian was working. I had no friends, so I thought I should go over and speak to him. Two weeks later, we were living together.” — Albert Hammond Jr (via tellusastory)

I was living in a state of was perpetual deja vu, everywhere I went I felt like I already been there. It was like following a invisible man. The smell of dry blood, dirty foot prints circling each other, that aroma of old sweat like fried chicken, the feel of a floor still warm the fight the night before.

“Don’t call me more than once, you hear me?
When you do, I’ll hear it ring and I’ll let it go.
Don’t forget to leave a message. Breathe
so the static catches onto your lungs and
makes that silvery rasp I love.

Tell the silence you need me. Tell it you’ll be fine
if I don’t need you back. Tell it you remember
the way I smoked like everyone was watching,
like every kiss was the one before quitting.
Tell it you miss me. Tell it you’re not lying.
Stop when the beep sounds.” — Ramna Safeer, Instructions For Him (via larmoyante)