*customers walk in*
Me: God get a fucking life and stay out of my business
Q Mag: Then you apparently called Carl a ‘racist’.
Peter: Oh shit! OK, I was lairy…and Carl didn’t deserve me bringing up…why did I get kicked out of the band again? It never gets discussed, y’see? Aw I shouldn’t have said it! I love him so much. It’s all coming back to me now. I offered him out as well! ‘Toe to toe on the cobbles’ was my expression. I took my jacket off! Jesus Christ.
Q Mag: What’s worse is how gracious Barat was.
Peter: I’ve never seen him like that before, never; he was elegant and charming and didn’t get battered.
Q Mag: Barat bundled him into the toilet and announced some ‘massive’ secret news.
Peter: He’s been nest-egging. All our advances. Cos he knows I always just spunk mine. He’s got this gaff now, on the seafront, I won’t say where, and we’re gonna open a Libertines Hotel. With a studio, nightclub, a bar. He’d dead set on it. Open to…anyone who’ll pay the bills!
Peter Doherty, Q Magazine, February 2017 (via missoneminute)
anyone else get the intense urge to just disappear? to disappear from everyone’s lives without leaving any trace? and be forgotten? it’d give me so much peace i don’t want anyone to think about me
The best thing about having a new fresh shiny fandom is that a bunch of stuff that was bothering me and worrying me before just… suddenly doesn’t matter, because my brain is full of new fresh shiny things. I mean, I’ve also acquired some new things to worry about, because that’s the nature of the fandom I’ve chosen lol, but still. It’s somehow refreshing 😏
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