Bad Pill // Good Club

smashisms:

christopher-walken:(via crowdedskull)

Morrissey is my guardian angel. Crowed in a wreath of posies and hearing aides, he watches over me from atop his tear-moated throne of Wilde first editions and pre-pubescent diaries. For me, from each sleeve, extends a yard of impermeable kleenex. Whenever I’m smacked with realization of the meaninglessness of life, I hear a wail and- is that the wind through a foreclosed house? No - It is Morrissey, howling through the dark, calling, “Committing suicide and desperately wishing for a death-wish to be actualized are not the same thing!” I am never alone with Morrissey, as we are both alone, and in our lonesomeness, we are together.