"We are the unholy family."
I’m very much not okay.
Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn’t possibly have any direct correlation to one’s happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possibly work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, then you are going to do it. It’s really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint.
Unknown (via idioticteen)
‘I’ve worn some ridiculous outfits. On the NME tour it got beyond a joke! I ended up in a feather cape and half of one bright blue, shiny mini-dress but with a grey T-shirt and sparkly pants underneath. But by the end of it the outfit had just completely fallen apart and I was running around in just a grey T-shirt and a pair of sparkly pants.’