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how do i start a band if i dont know anybody that plays guitar or bass. i only have a singer and myself (im a drummer). -
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don't you love the life you killed?
dear mother, i am sorry that not being a perfect daughter runs in the family. i can not take your hurt out of your heart or else i think i might crumble. i have never been honest, talking about my feelings is never my go-to. but i know this mother-daughter thing of pouring all our feelings into the lines of a paper is all i have. this is why i only ( Read more... ) -
i guess i couldn't help trying to be the best american girl
all traces of this conversation will be gone. im talking to you like this is a interview, i just want you to know me. there was more to this post but it was incoherent jibberish from my crying ( Read more... ) -
ghost girl
bittersweet green eyes. "thank you for talking to me." translate the words and you get someone begging not to be left. i know you love staying up late all alone, i know you love the color black, but dont forget the sun. look at me with your black hair tucked under your hoodie and ill let you cry as much as you need to ( Read more... ) -
mitski my love
i dont smoke audiotree live version... oh my baby
its adds so much more stronger emotion than the studio version. every lyric is so real shfhidjsjsbf
OMG and drunk walk home live is unreal
this video is why i love mitski
https://youtu.be/J1bIyrIoaHo?si=UotHR6NX2grEKvqO
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i just want to reach into your chest and sew your heart back together like patchwork. -
jackson
i wonder why we make eye contact so much just for you to not talk to me. is that an accidental glance in my direction, or something else? do you hate me? you are a puzzel ive not solved.. maybe ill get there some day. you dont seem to be interested in being my friend, yet im paranoid thinking i feel your eyes on me and you gave me your number. i ( Read more... ) -
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sober to death still reminds me of you. -
while you stood over the pavement
im sitting on the ground because i dont care. my bus is late again.. sigh. ive been waiting for it since my last post +10 minutes. i kind of like the way my fingers are numb and they burned when i hit them on the pavement. its like that feeling when youre skating and you fall off your board, hitting your palm on the road, and it starts tingling ( Read more... )