Kurtcobain Stories

❝ with eyes that shine, burnin' red, dreams of you all through my head ❞

Hey guys!! This is a Fan - fiction book :) Hope you'll enjoy it! Mary is the new girl that just moved in Aberdeen in her last year of high school. In the first day of going school, she meets Kurt Cobain, Krist Novoselic and Dave Grohl. They have all became best friends and maybe even more than that. Of course the last year of high school will not be so easy for them, but that's what friends are for, or aren't they?

[kurt cobain quotes]

yeah cuz ig i'm sharing things now :) shattered thoughts and feelings lurk here. and stories.

This is, in no way, to disrespect Kurt in any way. I love him so much ♡ I don't own any of the pictures. All the writing is my own. *✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

Blurb: In an attempt to ascape your past and start a clean slate in a new city, you rent out a room in a small family home in Aberdeen, Washington. It's only a matter of time before you uncover this family's hidden secret, and before 'he' uncovers yours.

❝There's just something captivating about Cobain's daughter.❞ ©Copyright 2014 Jenny

I make covers sometimes for fun but don't end up using them so I thought might as well give them away.

It was torture. I felt so alone. I needed someone there for me.

I like Jesus and Kurt Cobain

"𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩?", 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘋𝘢𝘷𝘦'𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘐𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙜𝙤. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥, "𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙚...-" 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘋𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳, "𝙄 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙞𝙩!" 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥, 𝘱𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝙁𝙤𝙤 𝙁𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨.

I don't know why I'm even writing this but fuck it

hi! this is currently under construction and its not fully written yet so...

a book of grunge imagines written. requests are open.

A story about a child that is pushed to suicide and dreams of meeting Kurt when he's dead.

Y/n was never one to fall for the mysterious bad boys, they were overrated and smoked too many cigarettes to still be alive at 24, nevermind the raging misogynistic pick me energy. But something about Kurt was different.. y/n didnt care that he smelt like 2 month old sweaty socks..in fact, the smell attracted y/n to him. To y/n the sweat running down his face and armpits was just highlighter and a dewy moisturiser, the epitome of manliness Dedicated to llamasocks SATIRE

Kurt Cobain's diary.