|—||Keith Richards, while discussing with Charlie Watts about the band’s future and Mick Jagger, 1970.|
Is this it? That’s what it’s all about, Charlie? Eating, drinking, fucking, sucking? Snorting? Then what? You’re 50. You got a bag for a belly. You got tits, you need a bra. They got hair on them. You got a liver, they got spots on it, and you’re eating this fuckin’ shit, looking like these rich fucking mummies in here… Look at that. A junkie. I got a fuckin’ junkie for a wife. He don’t eat nothing. Sleeps all day with them black shades on. Wakes up with a Quaalude, and who won’t fuck me ‘cause he’s in a coma. I can’t even have a kid with him, Charlie. His womb is so polluted, I can’t even have a fuckin’ little baby with him!
I don’t give a shit what the world thinks. I was born a bitch, I was born a painter, I was born fucked. But I was happy in my way. You did not understand what I am. I am love. I am pleasure, I am essence, I am an idiot, I am an alcoholic, I am tenacious. I am; simply I am…You are a shit.
|—||Mick Jagger, from an unsent letter to Keith Richards|
So here’s my answer to one of the most popular questions here so far
Q: ”Get off my tags”
A: How about no xx (◡‿◡✿)
I didn’t drunkely marry someone again, did i?
//Omfg Argie get out of my Joy Division tag
((HOW ABOUT NO <333333))