Courtney Love 
The real hero
“I felt Kurt tonight when I was chanting. All up in my head. Genuine grief. Clean grief, not mad. In with anything. You know that guy was so sophisticated and witty. I know we’d still be together despite my doubts. He could hang, just…that sort of compatibility that comes once in a blue moon. I genuinely, clearly miss him and wherever he is he knows it. It burns me up that i’m a ‘widow’. I hate the word. And I hate hate what this has done to my beautiful daughter, hardened her edges even more than I have, her soft and blurry beautiful bumpy clumsy edges. Oh, Frances Bean, you are the queen and your daddy a prince I wish”
— an excerpt from Courtney Love’s diary
thehumblenarrator:

In remembrance of artist Kurt Cobain who slipped the bonds of this earth 20 years ago today. (February 20th 1967 - April 5th 1994)
“I like punk rock. I like girls with weird eyes. I like drugs. I like passion. I like things that are built well. I like innocence. I like and am grateful for the blue collar worker whose existence allows artists to not have to work at menial jobs. I like killing gluttony. I like playing my cards wrong. I like various styles of music. I like making fun of musicians whom I feel plagiarize or offend music as art by exploiting their embarrassingly pathetic versions of their work. I like to write poetry. I like to ignore others’ poetry. I like vinyl. I like nature and animals. I like to swim. I like to be with my friends. I like to be by myself. I like to feel guilty for being a white, American male.”

thehumblenarrator:

In remembrance of artist Kurt Cobain who slipped the bonds of this earth 20 years ago today. (February 20th 1967 - April 5th 1994)

“I like punk rock. I like girls with weird eyes. I like drugs. I like passion. I like things that are built well. I like innocence. I like and am grateful for the blue collar worker whose existence allows artists to not have to work at menial jobs. I like killing gluttony. I like playing my cards wrong. I like various styles of music. I like making fun of musicians whom I feel plagiarize or offend music as art by exploiting their embarrassingly pathetic versions of their work. I like to write poetry. I like to ignore others’ poetry. I like vinyl. I like nature and animals. I like to swim. I like to be with my friends. I like to be by myself. I like to feel guilty for being a white, American male.”