#rip jim morrison

[samanthasgone]

[duranduratulsa]

Crystal Ship

Duran Duran Week album of the day 2: Thank You (1995) featuring The Crystal Ship #duranduran #johntaylor #simonlebon #nickrhodes #warrencuccurullo #thankyou #duranduranthankyou #thecrystalship #jimmorrison #ripjimmorrison #thedoors #90s #DuranDuranWeek #duranduranweek17 #duranduranweek2023

[thecreativemillennial]

Late and great musical icon jim morrison

[60sfactorygirl]

Oh Jim… I miss you

Today we remember Jim Morrison who passed away on this day in 1971, forever 27.

[blueeyeddarkknight]

Crazy things Val had to do for Oliver stone in the doors 🤯🦎👑

1) cut his hair fr (and then the scene was cut 😩)

2) jump on the stage for Like 12 takes while the real Jim only did it once

3) walking on the roof of the chateau marmot

4) In this one he didn't even know he was going to do it.. Oliver made it a surprise 😬

5) And again.. This time it's hanging from the window

6) Okay I'll admit.. This one was Val's idea😀

He was bored! 😪 so he decided to jump from the stage into the crowd.. the stuntman failed to catch him and he ended up breaking his arm 🤕

7) had an actual Wiccan marriage with Kathleen Quinlan 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 performed by a real winccan priestess (aka the real Patricia kennealy morrison🧙🗡️🩸 👀)

8) had to sing "the end" 🎶 at least 15 times until his voice went hoarse 🗣️ and he collapsed on the stage floor😢

But! Paul rothchild himself was so pleased he hugged Val for like 15 minutes and said it was perfect 😍

That's it for part 1!

(yes we're not done believe it or not 😳 )

Part 2 :

[weirdmageddon]

mom just handed me this book fuuuck cant wait to read it. exactly my kinda thing

[livingunderaclassicrock]

Happy Holidays to those who celebrate.

[dieleerezwischendensternen]

Visit at the cemetary pere lachaise

RIP Jim Morrison! You will be forever in my heart 🖤

RIP Oscar Wilde! Thank you, for the most beautiful poems ever

[birdofprays]

My jim morrison edit (the only edit i saved from tiktok..)

[x-heesy]

Some of the worst mistakes of my life have been haircuts.... -Jim phucKing Morrison 🦚

Use It Or Lose It by Vitalic, Mark Kerr

[vanalex]

[duranduratulsa]

On the turntable today...

Party Party Original Motion Picture Soundtrack (1983)

Agent Provacateur by Foreigner (1984)

Sybil (1989)

An American Prayer by Jim Morrison & The Doors (1978)

#partyparty #foreigner #agentprovocateur #sybil #JimMorrison #thedoors #AnAmericanPrayer #ripjimmorrison #ripraymanzarek #70s #80s #records #album #LP #vinyl #vinylrecords #poetry #spokenword

[feraldrollery]

Watch "Not to Touch the Earth (Live)" on YouTube

[internalhappyexternalmelancholy]

I think 27 is a delicate year. I’m 27 and it’s almost over. I’ll be 28 in august . Man oh man was 27 hard. It’s that weird in between where you’re in your 20’s and accepting adult hood . Yet you are also super close to 30 adulthood which btw what does that even mean.

You can have all the money and all the fame , but if you don’t feel that rushing beautiful pain of happiness and sadness where they coexist .. you’ll only get sadness and sadness is a dangerous thing.

The Twenty-Seven Club

Amy Winehouse, Kurt Cobain, Jim Morrison, Janis Joplin, and Jimi Hendrix. All extremely talented musicians whose lives were cut short at the young age of 27. This photo series focuses on how the tragic loss of these young talents is still quite prevalent today. The ink tears streaming down their faces show the sadness that is still very real, even for the youngest generations. 

[vivianbernadetteaurora]

Jim MORRISON

The forever mystery in rock and roll 🎸 mysteries that will go unknown forever , he died in France 🇫🇷, 3july 1971, he was very initiative for his time, and ahead of his time, he had a father who didn’t like him getting into music he wanted him to do what he did. Was common for Boomer parents., not all of them obviously because we have everyone different, but they definitely clashed and I think it caused a lot of conflict in his life. I had a friend once years ago who showed me his poetry and it was something else.,

Obviously, he taken a lot of acid and other drugs, Very sharp, but very twisted, that’s why I wanna put it. You have to remember this man is an Aquarius rising., these guys are the oddball, it’s quite rare, I haven’t met many of them and the ones you see they have quite distinctive faces, like Leo rising their opposite. Anyway, if you were staying in France in like a Jewish town., he fitted really well, had been arrested, in America for indecent exposure and something else, but he said he performed on stage said that he didn’t do it but who knows? I reckon he probably did., he also had his Mars in Gemini don’t fuck about, well they do they touch any drug, but they do have that ulster thing I can imagine he is quite a hard work man to live with, I am trying I’m tapping into my psychic energy, my astrology knowledge, with mars in Gemini, and an Aquarius rising , these man live this man loves to party also wanted to make a change.

I can see it from just looking at his, quite a dissociated man, and that Mars and Gemini also gives up dissociation I have, that is my opinion on Mars and Gemini, they can be miles away but they are very sharp sharp as a tac.

I’m feeling very Quite sad and cold energy, not cold as in he is cold but sadness and that comes with being a Saturn 🪐 ruled person uranus world person, my mum who is a Capricorn moon and has a Capricorn stellium , is they have been hurt from an early age?, And they make some of them , a lot colder in the world.🌍 .

Any woman that was with him would’ve found him hard work like can imagine he got his places from sex and drugs and women, which is partly sex, I feel like there was one woman who probably knew him better than the other, and really could tell him and feel his, someone told me who the love of his life is, sometimes I do like to these without as much knowledge, and see if I’m on the market at all, I do feel that he had someone who really he confident of the opposite sex .

Since no autopsy , was It’s no water he was performed back then, tends to go with the theory of, from heroin and alcohol,🍷 . Others say that he faked his own death. And one of his friends said he made those rumours up himself., as someone who is with someone who has their mars in Gemini, I’m going to say that that’s probably not true, it also could be because these people like to drink people and make people believe stuff that ain’t true 



[basementsmokecircle]

WHERE R UUU

im so sorry for being mia, school has been ROUGH

here's a preview of something i'm working on as an apology :))

you always find yourself here. 

no matter what you do, how long you wait, you always find yourself here - standing outside of eric foreman’s basement - nervous to knock on the door.

you’ve been nervous a lot recently.

a subtle kind of anxiety that creeps up on you, until you can’t feel your fingers and your arms have gone numb. smoking helped. it’s why you’re here now, knocking on your dealer’s best friend’s door. or at least, that’s what you tell yourself as you reach up and rap your knuckles against the wood.

the door gets ripped open, and the look of confusion that was marred on steven’s face slides into surprise. he’s wearing a washed-out band tee, and if you squint, you can see the remnants of a name there, but steven’s tapping his rings on the door, dragging your attention back to his face.

there’s a knowing grin on his face.

“haven’t seen you around in a while,” he states, trailing his eyes up the length of you. the pair of you haven’t seen each other since he tried to teach you how to roll, before getting distracted by one of kelso’s pranks. you nod and nervously twist at the hips, sending the hem of your skirt twirling.

“miss me?” you squint at him. you missed him. you never thought you’d think that. never thought that you would miss steven hyde, yet here you are. hyde raises his brows, tongue trailing the line of his bottom teeth as he tries - and fails - to hide his blushing smile.

steven pulls the door open and you glance around the surprisingly empty basement. 

“been kinda anxious lately.”

“oh, well-” steven starts, patting his chest and looking at you triumphantly, “-hyde’s got something for that”

in a daze, you watch hyde as he lifts the joint to his lips. that anxious feeling tugging at your stomach has scattered, and been replaced with a giggly kind of calm. you let yourself gaze at his ringed fingers, at the way his lips wrap around the paper, at the way he inhales, the smoke wafting out of his mouth and his nose, settling around the room.

jim morrison is singing about an LA woman, and the music settles into your subconscious, the guitar prickling at the cloudy parts of your mind. hyde wordlessly hands you the joint but drops it on the ugly yellow couch. you start giggling, being quick to pick it up and pull it to your lips.

“you get so giggly when you’re high. it’s cute.”

the compliment washes over you, “you think i’m cute?” you giggle, furrowing your brows together and smiling, stupidly. hyde leans back against the couch and motions for the joint.

“mm-hm,” he sounds, casually, pulling the joint to his mouth. “i’ve never told you that?”

“no, you have. just wanted to hear it again.”

hyde’s face splits into a smile, “you’re evil. you come here just to get complimented?”

“s’not my fault you’re so good at it.”

you roll off the bed before he can respond, yelling, “music time!”

steven rolls his eyes and groans.

“i promise it’ll be good - no abba. besides, this album is basically over. i’ll pick something you like.”

“fine,” he dubiously agrees. 

“what do i get if i pick correctly?”

he thinks it over, looking around the room to check if he has anything he’s willing to give you. then he smirks, leaning back on the couch.

“a kiss?” he offers.

you clap your hands excitedly, “okay, gotta slip into focus mode.”

you crack your fingers and roll your neck, giving his crates of vinyl a concentrated stare. you have a lot of options.

“does it have to be your favourite or one you’re just okay with?” 

“oh,” hyde begins, getting comfortable on the couch. he’s manspreading, an arm behind his head, staring at you as he smokes. 

if you weren’t so high, you’d be blushing.

“i want to hear my favourite.” 

“you’re making this extremely hard; do you not want to kiss me or something?” 

a shit-eating grin appears on his lips, “gotta make you work for it, doll.”

you blush and quickly turn away, flipping through the huge music collection. hyde pipes up from the couch as he watches you take your time. 

“i’m getting nervous baby,” he calls, but you shush him, “shut up steven, you’re distracting me.”

bowie, hendrix, fleetwood mac, led zeppelin—you pause and frown at the album. noticing how worn the case is, you set up the record player. a surprised look of recognition floods hyde’s face as he hears the opening chords to black dog.

“no…” he trails off.

you smile excitedly. “did i do good?”

when the drum hits, he jumps from the couch and stalks toward you. your back gets pushed against the countertop before you even register that he’s there. it’s sudden enough that you make a small, startled sound, hands jutting out behind you to grab at the edge of the counter. he slides his hand around your waist, tugging your hips towards him by the small of your back and begins talking as if this isn’t affecting him in the slightest. you, on the other hand… 

“you’ve been stalking me, haven’t you?” he asks, bending down; pouring his red-rimmed eyes into yours. all you can do is stand there and let out a shuddering, stuttering breath.

suddenly, you’re nervous. maybe it’s the drugs, maybe it’s the proximity, but as hyde flicks his gaze from your lips to your eyes -- up close and personal -- you’re a goner. 

“no,” you whisper, gulping. “i’m just observant.” 

“always looking at me,” he tuts, and he’s joking, but you nod regardless. nod because it’s true. 

“yeah, you’re really pretty.”

hyde doesn’t expect that. he pulls a face and snorts, “what?” 

“yeah, like,” you start, tone quiet. you flick your eyes down the length of his throat, fingers coming out to play with the hem of his shirt. 

you briefly smile, “sometimes, i think it’s kinda insane, how pretty you are. you have really nice lips. the hair is appealing, too, of course, but i think it’s the whole package that just – has anyone ever told you that? that you’re pretty? i really think they should have; it’s so obvious—”

hyde shuts you up with a kiss.

he tightens his grip on your back and just kisses you, deep and steady, with no tongue, just the soft feel of his lips and the taste of weed and spit. at first, it shocks you and makes you pause, but then you’re there, moving your fingers to grab at his belt to tug him deeper, pulling away for a second, just to lean forward and kiss him again.“say that again,” he breathes, dark eyes catching yours.