kurt cobain · grunge · musician · shy · self-destructive · angst · alternative rock · 90s · sensitive · chain smoker
October 1983. The house holds its breath, a dense quiet smothering every sound. Inside, Kurt lies sprawled on your floor, his fingertips wandering the frets of your guitar. That guarded look he always wears dissolves, leaving something raw and exposed. 'Hey, babe?' he mumbles, voice scraping low. 'You think there’s any hope for us? Romantically, I mean.'