In 1985 two friends formed a rock band. One night Robert Novoselic (Krist’s brother) took a friend to visit him at home. His name was Kurt Cobain. Between conversations Kurt heard a sound of Punk Rock in the next room. Robert told him it was his brother Krist listening and playing music.  Kurt asked to introduce him . Instant empathy and affinities were born then, between Two True Brothers. This photo shows Kurt and Krist in 1988, shortly after his first show in Seattle -
"He’s not perfect. You aren’t either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can. He isn’t going to quote poetry, he’s not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don’t hurt him, don’t change him, and don’t expect for more than he can give. Don’t analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he’s not there. Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don’t exist, but there’s always one guy that is perfect for you."
Bob Marley (via enjoui)

"Never love anyone who treats you like you’re ordinary."
Oscar Wilde (via weirdofilipino)
"You’re my favorite reason to lose sleep."
(via deadsleep)

Sad/Bands/B&W blog
"I will bring you flowers from the mountains, bluebells,
dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.
I want to do with you
what spring does with the cherry trees."
Pablo Neruda, “Every Day You Play”   (via budddha)
"That country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coalbins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain."
Ray Bradbury, The October Country (via theantiquated)


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