Piano Intro To “loml” Is Literally “across The Stars” From Star Wars No I Won’t Elaborate Because

social media is a talent contest, and by god am I last place. y’know actually I ’m not even last.

i’m in the bathroom crying into my dress while listening to radiohead’s “creep” on loop

Messaging people for the first time is so hard. What am I supposed to say? Like, "You seem really odd and your blog intrigues me. Do you want to have philosophical conversations or perhaps talk about fictional characters?" What! Whatever. I will just follow you back and stare at your blog with my big beautiful brown eyes.

literally… the normals will never understand how her music and voice hugs my brain

There's a special kind of serotonin boost that I get from listening to Taylor's music that I can't really explain well to someone who's not a swiftie.

Made a friendship bracelet for the tumblrinas!

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vehicular manslaughter chappell roan be like you can hit a hundred boys with cars

Sensei Wu asked for Bach but jay wanted hot to go and cole wanted wonderwall so he tried to do a mashup and it

I will forever be in favor of artists using childhood audios and photos in their songs.

Even though my friends constantly shame me for being weird and different, tumblr reminds me that even though I am weird, my people are out there.

Laptops are always so much more Fucked than phones in my experience. A laptop is like a beautiful horse that wants nothing more than to break all of its legs. A decently solid android phone will act normal

"When I first married you, Goncharov, I was nobody. My father's daughter, my brother's sister. When I walked towards you at the altar, I felt that was the moment I would finally become someone real enough to have flesh and blood to call mine. Katya wouldn't sound so empty on my lips. And with those same lips I called your name, and smiled at you in front of God, and kissed you in the dark of our room. And all I became was your wife. Oh, I was a good wife, wasn't I? A wife when you needed someone to bed, a sister when you needed someone to argue, a mother when Andrei needed to cry... is it all women are in your eyes? Actors, pretty dolls to dress up and spin around according to your needs? The party needed for me to believe in the cause, so I did. My father needed for me to marry young, so I did. You needed for me to love you. And it comes to this, at last. I started being Katya, at being myself, not upon falling in my role, but at the discovery of an unwillingness, of an inability. My inability to be loyal to you, Goncharov, is what saved me. And what now kills you all the same

Katya Goncharova - Goncharov (1973), directed by Martin Scorsese