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It’s like Lykke Li is in my brain or some shit, writing and singing everything jumbled around in there. Even the album name, Wounded Rhymes, is kindof perfect.
He sent me this for my birthday. Here it is, internet.
DEAR ANGRY EX-FAN,
WE WOULD LIKE TO APOLOGIZE FOR BEING BORN IN EL CERRITO, CALIFORNIA—AND NOT, IN FACT, ON THE BAYOU, AS WE MAY HAVE PREVIOUSLY INDICATED.
WE ARE DEEPLY SORRY THAT WE ARE AWFUL, DISAPPOINTING JERKS AND WE REGRET THAT WE MAY HAVE MISLEAD YOU AND MILLIONS OF OTHER DECENT-HEARTED PEOPLE THE WORLD OVER.
ALSO, WE ARE AWARE OF THE FACT THAT WE ARE ACTUALLY FORTUNATE ONES, DESPITE OUR CLAIMS TO THE CONTRARY.
WE HAVE NO IDEA WHERE TEXARKANA IS AND WE HAVE NEVER LIVED ANYWHERE NEAR A COTTON FIELD.
WE HAVE NEVER HUNG OUT DOWN ON A CORNER, NOR OUT ON A STREET (WE FEAR THE PEASANTRY).
WE WERE NEVER STUCK IN LODI. WE HAVE ONLY SEEN LODI FROM THE WINDOWS OF OUR PRIVATE JET.
IN CLOSING,
WE SINCERELY APOLOGIZE FOR BEING:
TOTAL FRAUDS
CHARLATANS
IMPOSTORS
UNDESERVING OF OUR MOUSTACHES
ASSHOLES WHO LIE THROUGH THE MAGIC OF SONG
MOTHERFUCKERS
TWANG-FAKING DREAM-RAPISTS
LYING HIPPY MOUTHBREATHERS
…ETC.
[SIGNED CCR]
P.S. enclosed is a signed photograph
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