(Source: so-unholy)
Dear Alison,
thanks for reminding me that a girl can lead a rock band.
Thanks for reminding me that a singer doesn’t have to wear short skirts and tight tops to be sexy; she doesn’t have to speak about her private life to be famous; she doesn’t have to look fragile or fool to be lovely
thanks for reminding me that girls can be rude on stage and smoke and drink beer and hang out with boys without being a sexual object.
Thanks for your music and all you’ve done.
I wish you a Happy Birthday and I hope we’ll celebrate a lot more.
(Source: frontseat)
kibulfoij: Jack White, his Dead Weather albums and lyrics, minimal poster made by me (Santiago Otálora ô)
(Source: movemetolondon)
(Source: mccalldana)
“Do you accept, um, dead people?”
“Do you have a dead person?”
“I might, depending on what your reaction would be if I had dead people.”
“I’d say I’d call the police.”
“Then no, I don’t have any dead people.”EVERYONE DO YOURSELVES A FAVOR AND CLICK PLAY!!!!
(Source: gilgafresh)
The One Where It’s All One Giant Confusion
Dude: Hey, Officer, what’s wrong?
Officer: (in tears) You know what Barrett said? He said that he looked into her eyes and he knew that it wasn’t her.
Dude: Huh?
Officer: I understand the facts. I know that she had reams of information about me, about my life, and about the people that were close to me. And I understand that if she slipped up that she would have a completely reasonable explanation for it, and I guess to expect you to have seen past that is perhaps asking a little bit too much. But when I was over there, I thought about you, and you were just a figment of my imagination, but I held on to you. And it wasn’t reasonable, and it wasn’t logical, but I did it, so… Why didn’t you?
Dude: What. The. Fuck?


