at thirteen years old, seeing how a british twink with dark curls got shot in the stomach while robbing a shop with his friends and gf was sorta spiritual experience

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at thirteen years old, seeing how a british twink with dark curls got shot in the stomach while robbing a shop with his friends and gf was sorta spiritual experience
underrated from all 1975 albums (in my opinion):
self titled: pressure and an encounter
iliwys: she lays down and iliwys
abiior: how to draw and inside your mind
noacf: roadkill and playing on my mind
bfiafl: looking for somebody and human too
YES PLEASE
i remember everything. i don’t want to remember but at the same time i kind of do. i hate it because i know i no longer have you to talk to everyday, and we will never get to do the things we talked about for hours, we’ll never have that big house we talked about with an even bigger garden all to ourselves and our dogs after we travelled the world together. but i also want to remember because those conversations were my only source of happiness for a while but it hurts knowing they didn’t mean as much to you as they did to me. you always told me you didn’t have good memory, i always told you i did, when it comes to things i cared about anyway. so whatever happened i was bound to be the more hurt one either way. sure, i can get over you, and i did. but i can’t get over the version of you i first knew. no more good mornings and good nights.
just one last goodbye.
A pretty detailed explanation of the entire story that unfolds between multiple songs by the 1975.
Okay so no one i know irl wants to hear this so i’m just gonna yap about it here and hope that someone sees it.
somedays i feel weak. somedays i feel tired. somedays i look at the words i have written and they make sense, but i dont feel their passion or their bravery. i have a bad tendency of only talking about the days that i feel the best and im embarassed by the days i feel grey and empty. those days are there though. those days happen. im scared that if i talk about them people will worry and talk about me. there isnt anything to talk about though. im not the same person everyday. i change. like the moon i grow and fall into myself. im always there, but at times you will only see certain pieces of me, because i am not proud of all that i am.
selling petrol.
You just had to be there
the 1975 debut era moodboard
found this on pinterest and it gave me almost gave me physical whiplash because of how much it reminds me of 2016 tumblr.
Credits to whoever originally made this pic, probably a long time ago.
A very serious the 1975 fanfiction.
This is.... interesting.... so um please dont take it seriously. There is nothing weird or nsfw about this. Just your average cringy 2014 style fanfiction.
PLEASE IGNORE ANY SPELLING OR PUNCTUATION MISTAKES I WROTE THIS AT THREE AM.
rip “at their very best” tour. you will always be famous.
I miss the 2014 tumblr grunge aesthetic