rustyanchor:


“I’m unhappy, hope you’re unhappy too”
Here we have the first letter sent by 21-year-old Morrissey to his Scottish pen-pal, Robert Mackie in 1980, in response to a personal ad in Sounds magazine. His note was written on the back of a James Dean photo (James Dean was of course the subject of a book written by Morrissey around that time), and as a result of the letter Morrissey and Mackie became pen-pals for 18 months. The Smiths formed in 1983. A couple of Morrissey’s letters have already been featured on Letters of Note and can be read here.

The explanation is important.

Oh, to live in a tactile world (other than computer keys). 

rustyanchor:

“I’m unhappy, hope you’re unhappy too”

Here we have the first letter sent by 21-year-old Morrissey to his Scottish pen-pal, Robert Mackie in 1980, in response to a personal ad in Sounds magazine. His note was written on the back of a James Dean photo (James Dean was of course the subject of a book written by Morrissey around that time), and as a result of the letter Morrissey and Mackie became pen-pals for 18 months. The Smiths formed in 1983. A couple of Morrissey’s letters have already been featured on Letters of Note and can be read here.

The explanation is important.

Oh, to live in a tactile world (other than computer keys). 

(Source: sunrec)

Treated myself to tickets to see David Byrne (with St. Vincent) and Morrissey. No big deal, right? 

Miserable before he was paid to be miserable. 

Miserable before he was paid to be miserable. 

bigblackbabyjesus:

I need this in my life.

bigblackbabyjesus:

I need this in my life.

tabloidspybrains:

this needs to be a valentine’s day card

tabloidspybrains:

this needs to be a valentine’s day card

(Source: atomicdeadboy)

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Morrissey - Disappointed 

Don’t talk to me, no 
About people who are nice
‘Cause I have spent my whole life in ruins
Because of people who are nice

  

skttrbrains:

Morrissey - Suedehead
From - Viva Hate (1988) 

When you’re young, you’re afraid of being alone. Solitude is a burden and you try to escape from it. You always wonder when it’s going to come to an end. Sometimes you can’t get rid of it. Later, you use it in a different way. You’ve learned how to live with it, and you don’t try to get rid of it by all means anymore. After all you may call this resignation, but I don’t think it’s harmful. You’re not just standing there, in pain, asking yourself “Why am I alone? Why don’t I go out?” etc. You don’t ask yourself these questions anymore. You adapt yourself. Living alone does not mean living in nothingness.