during a concert
me: they're real
me: they're REAL
me: I love them
me: I'm going to cry
me: omg
me: what
me: they're real
"He clutched the microphone like it was a crucial part of his body and he moaned like he really meant it. He moved with the unnatural grace of someone out of control, grounded only by the fact that his feet happened to be on the floor. On top of all this, he looked like a Greek god gone wrong, with masses of dark-brown curls and a face that sweaty dreams are made of. He sang with a strong baritone groan, punctuated with snarls and sweetness and indecent desire."
- Pamela Des Barres on Jim Morrison, from I’m with the Band: Confessions of a Groupie (via marrymejimmypage)
(via wizard-of-zoso)