me looking at various pictures of peter tork: mother, twink, kind of an elf, autism stare, librarian, milf, *new england voice* hyippy, peepaw, milf again, visibly jorkin out, twink but after not being a twink for a while, wait no that's stephen stills, milf once more,
Classic Rock fandom be dancing like
everyone in the 80s was like fuck ending this song
"why is EVERY song about love" I'm begging you to dig just a tiny bit deeper, there's literally thousands of songs that aren't love songs. You don't even have to look for the most obscure underground artists ever, the fucking Beatles of all people have a song about a guy who kills people with a hammer
character misses their shot and the villain goes "ha! you missed." and the main character goes "did i?" and then shoots the villain again while they're frantically looking around the room for what the hero could possibly have aiming for instead
“i don’t wanna die, i sometimes wish i’d never been born at all” remains the rawest fucking lyric in the history of music thanks freddie
Really think John Deacon was onto something when he started aggressively telling me to follow my dreams in song form
my meloncholic nature and depressive tendancies are great paired with my ecclectic fashion sense because i will be taking a quiet and lonely walk in the rain in platform cowboy boots that have planets on them
they should make a flavor of chips called "shock collar" where it's just dill pickle, salt n vinegar, and salt and pepper chips mixed together but they all have like 2x the flavor dust as chips regularly do. i need flavor like i'm drinking the pickle jar after burning the shit out of my mouth on some hot soup