via tom-hiddlestoner (originally ashagreyjoyed)
Dearly beloved, we gather here to say our goodbyes~
Here she lies. No one knew her worth…
The late great daughter of Mother Earth
On these nights when we celebrate the birth
In that little town of Bethlehem.
We raise our glass
You BET YOUR ASS
To…
LA VIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE BOHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEME
To days of inspiration, playing hookey, making something out of nothing, the need to express, to communicate
TO GOING AGAINST THE GRAIN
GOING INSANE
GOING
MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD
To loving tension, no pension
To more than one dimension
To starving for attention, hating convention, hating pretension, not to mention, of course, hating dear old Mom and Daaaaaaaad
To riding your bike midday past the three piece suits
via breakthebricks (originally keepcalmandmusicals)
