I was born at the death knell of the Stitzer-Weller distillery, when the ghost of Pappy Van Winkle walked over my grave. I got a Scottish, Dust Bowl emigrant, California Baptist legacy, covered up with an English patriarchy fanned by Santa Barbara palms. Blessin’ and a curse cast down on me. I learned about unconditional love, family, and responsibility in church, and a strong half to two-thirds of it stuck.
Failure and comic books are my inheritance.
Oregon taught me to love the trees and clouds and pale, pale girls and bein’ away from home. Our famous earthquakes split the foundation, taught me you can’t depend on nobody.
I’m learnin’ to work hard and I hope I never learn it. Ain’t nobody got a blessin’ like mine, ain’t nobody got a blessin’ like mine.
"We will never run into one another on trains. There will be no chance meetings, we’ll miss each other by minutes… But if I do, will I be dressed for the occasion? This thought haunts me dressing and undressing in the morning."
if you started liking arctic monkeys after AM came out i don’t like you
indirect to every arctic monkeys “”“fan”“” at my school
God forbid someone isn’t fortunate enough to be introduced to a band until a v successful album is brought to their attention which they connect to and like and then discover all the music they’ve missed from them. wow sorry people are introduced to bands at different time periods.