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I wanna disappear

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I love them there so perfect

Sid and Nancy <3

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Bit late but next year I better have a bf

is somebody gonna match my freak? (dress up as sid & nancy for halloween)

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I love this picture sm there just so well matched

Nancy Spungen and Sid Vicious at the Vortex, London, November 1977 ♡ Photographed by Steve Emberton

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Real

hot emo boy who cuts himself save me..... hot emo boy.... save me hot emo boy who cuts himself.....

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facts

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this could be us but you’re not nearly weird enough for me

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Why do I get so jealous over the smallest things I’m the one who barely talks to her anymore because I have no motivation to talk to her or anyone so I only talk every few days for a short period of time and anyways she changed my name on insta cause u can do the nickname thing to bestie #2 and when I tell u I felt rage and jealousy my god I was actually so mad but it’s my fault she can have other friends I don’t own her but I get so jealous when I see her up in peoples comment sections who she’s friends with and that and it bothers me that it bothers me cause why should I gaf but it genuinely like really gets to me and sometimes I just wanna block her cause I can’t have her all to myself ik it’s bad but I can’t help it and it sucks because she genuinely likes me and wants to be my friend and even tho I barely talk anymore she still understands and makes effort to talk to me and seems kinda sad that I don’t talk much anymore then I feel bad and guilty

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Me and who??

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They are literally made for each other

Nancy and Sid

Nancy and Sid photoshoot by Steve Emberton, photographed in the living room of their Pindock Mews flat in Maida Vale. January 1978.

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From n4ncyspun3n on Instagram! Never seen this photo.

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Best believe if Nancy signed something for me I’d be getting her signature tattooed

nancy spungen's autographs. after she had met sid she started signing her name as "nancy vicious" because at one point sid already considered her as his wife.

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I can be your Nancy

You can be my Sid

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Can we all take a minute to appreciate how hot they are like I genuinely need a minute of silence when I see them

Sid and Johnny backstage at the Marquee Club, c. 1977

Photos by Dennis Morris

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She’s so cute I don’t get how people don’t like her what’s not to like

Nancy Spungen

The report, which tells about the difficult lives of the Sex Pistols bassist and his girlfriend. Sue Steward, who knew them well, recalls the other side of the couple faced with tragedy.

 "Nesting" is not a strong feature of junkie couples, and Sid and Nancy often stayed in expensive West End hotels. When the accountants told McLaren that the band must buy houses and cars, in good rock-and-roll tradition, they soon had nice places in Marylebone and Chelsea. The hunt went on for Sid and Nancy. Finally, a small Maida Vale mews house was bought while Sid was away on tour and Nancy was kept in London. "Sue," I was told, "take Nancy to Habitat and buy some furnishings - a sofa, cushions, you know." She turned up after a night out and we headed first to Chelsea to collect her methadone, then I steered her towards Habitat. "I just gotta get me a drink," she said and walked into a nearby pub. After three straight double vodkas, she agreed to leave and wobbled across the road, heading for the sofas, where she lay down and dropped off. I pulled her off one and she headed for the next; the sales assistant was transfixed. Eventually, I asked which she liked best and she slurred: "The red one." Then completely alert, she looked me in the eye and said: "I'm gonna get it real nice for Sid, for when he comes back. Everything will be good and we'll have a real home. It will be good for us. Sid will like it." Yes, I said. I wanted to hug her. I paid the bill. In the taxi, I asked how she spent her days without Sid. Did she miss him? "Of course I do" she purred. "I love him. He's my baby." So what did she do without him? "Well, last night I had a good time. I went to Mayfair and met this guy with a Bentley, and he drove us into the country, and we stayed there with lots of booze and drugs and he gave me 500 quid."