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All love,
The 1974

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So sorry for the harm we have caused
P.S. this is how to format an apology Matty
All love,
The 1974
"charli xcx and george daniel fucking for life!!!"
from charli xcx's instagram
B.R.O.K.E
Eat fast to feed the mouth, you know he likes to get loans, Has he got enough money to spend? Leave? No, he's to and fro, he doesn't like it when the funds go, Has he got enough money to spend?
It's going off, cause they're not gonna let him in, Two-pound fifty, my guy is begging everything, He's got his charm with the girl that he's chirpsing, He takes her arm, nicks her purse and now he's in,
Eat fast to feed the mouth, you know he likes to get loans, Has he got enough money to spend? Leave? No, he's to and fro, he doesn't like it when the funds go, Has he got enough money to spend?
A broken man, the mouse has just now moved in, He thinks he's hard, a scouted mouse that tastes of bin, He's just been trapped for that cheese he was nicking, And then he squeaks, "it's your car I'm sleeping in!"
Cheques with unlimited 0s, new hoes, muddy clothes, Found us and walking back home, Has he got enough seed? No, Broken home, crying on the floor alone, And I can't believe that we're talking 'bout him!
I'm searching you mate, your laws all over the place, Don't gawk, quick slap in the face, Yes I threw my guts but your friends a case, Why you singling him out, is it because of his race? Look, the God wont spark if you don't tart about!
B.R.O.K.E's me, B.R.O.K.E B.R.O.K.E's me, B.R.O.K.E B.R.O.K B.R.O.K.E B.R.O.K.E's me, B.R.O.K.E
Heart [Greggs] Out
Crying in a Greggs now,
Chicken bake for two
this but actually simping so much harder
rancid (hunger hurts and i want him so bad)
Jokes live at Finsbury park??
Going Down Teaser
We know how much you all loved 'Jokes' so this next one is for the girls and the gays.
A sneak peek at our next big hit!
"Well you're gay and hell burns, just hope He never learns, so she can stay another hour or two"
'Jokes'
Call her a slag just so she knows Thirty three and very fucking bold Worrying about his mother finding out Where's the fun in being one of the 'blokes'?
He said "Lol" Oh give it a rest, this isn't like you He's not your typical, woke 33-year-old Say a slur, we'll shame you We know you're trying to be cool in a liberal age Fangirls aren't your saviour Ticket sales are down Stop Matty now
Cause they're just 'jokes' inciting laughs And they might, start fights, just 'jokes' But you surely can't believe if he's 33 They're just 'jokes' They're just 'jokes'
A pair of 'loving' hands to scold Oh he's so stubborn so he can't be told One moment he was fighting for our rights Now he's shitting on our lives What happened to modernity?
We said "Yo, this podcast better go, we all hate you" You just sit and make 'jokes' at 30-years-old And you thing you've aced it Well shouldn't you be worried 'bout the pussy you lack Instead of being sexist? Karma's coming round God help you now
Cause they're just 'jokes' inciting laughs And they might, start fights, just 'jokes' But you surely can't believe this man is 33 They're just 'jokes' They're just 'jokes'
He showed us from the start Loves to disregard Thinks he's oh so smart "Just playing a part" Showed us from the start Will break our hearts
We said "Yo, I think you oughta know that we all rate you" You weren't a typical, woke, performative bloke But I guess shit changes? I know the pussy's dried up and you're lacking some love But the fans still made you Karma's coming round God help you now
Cause they're just 'jokes' inciting laughs ('jokes') And they might, start fights, just 'jokes' But you surely cant believe if he's 33 They're just 'jokes' They're just 'jokes'
Cause they're just 'jokes' inciting laughs And they might, start fights, just 'jokes' But you surely cant believe this man is 33 They're just 'jokes' They're just 'jokes'
Cause they're just 'jokes' ('jokes') Just 'jokes', just 'jokes' ('jokes') Just 'jokes', they're just 'jokes' ('jokes') (Oh) ('Jokes') Just 'jokes' Just 'jokes'
"I used to think you were cool I believed you had a wonderful vision But I soon found out you're a terrible friend And your mum is on the television"
So Far (It's Alright), The 1975
louder
matty needs you to be louder.
warnings: (18+) smut, oral (f. receiving), afab reader (use of she pronoun at one point), praise kink, light degradation, overstimulation, matty healy eats pussy yes or no
wc: 1k
note: this is putrid but a need is a need.
I heard the pussy's all dried up
he doesn't like to cuddle. he likes to grip my hips and pull the fibers of pink tissue in shreds from my lip with his teeth. he throws his hands in the air like a messiah and leans his head out the open window. easy. breathe. codeine. breeze. we laugh loudly and kiss loudly and moan loudly. he mouths vulgar things that make me giggle in front of our friends. i run my hand along the seam off his tight black jeans beneath the table top. he rolls his eyes and smirks at me. we take every opportunity to touch, to feel, so secretly. so public. exhibitionist pleasure. we play like children, tousling my hair and I climb on his back. we roll spliff after spliff and talk rapidly and vigorously and trip over each others sentences like a sidewalk crack. he says "us" like it means "amen" and his eyes burn wild with a fire of passion. we get drunk. off of wine and skin and things we love. his smile erupts across his face like it could shatter his cheekbones. his eyes glimmer like a lake catching the glare of the moonlight. a glint of silver is growing up the side of his hairline. he thinks it makes him look distinguished. i laugh and agree. he loves to be so much older than me. he thinks it makes him wise. we spend a lot of time in hotel rooms with the doors shut. (we spend a lot of time outside of hotel rooms with our mouths shut.) he thinks the xanax makes the sex last longer and i don't argue. i always wake up first. i sit at the desk and work quietly and glance at him in the sheets. vulnerable and quiet. soft face. soft sounds. a warm cup of coffee and marmalade light through the windows. we bond over love for our brothers. we fight over where the chord change should go. we tease, oh we tease. he likes clean socks and messy hair and he runs his fingers down my overall straps with a tigers grin. he writes his name in the fog on the mirror from where he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pressed my face against the glass. he loves soul music. we sing confidently and triumphantly. i tap my fingers like spiders legs across his bare chest and undo his buttons one by one. i toss my head back and laugh maniacally and pout my lips when he won't be fair. he speaks like a pastor and trips over his words, his tongue struggles to meet his brain. that's how a prodigy thinks. (or it's the drugs). he knows when my words are about him and he lets it all go to his head and i don't care because i love to watch him love himself. we laugh and fuck and play and write and plot and say goodbye and never worry. he is my occasional constant. a parody of himself. a paradox of ever present and transparent. i don't care what he is. i just care that he is.
robbers into about you changed the trajectory of my life
oh good morning slutty mentally ill people in my phone
Celibacy
And this is how it ends Put your coat on in the front of my house Yeah my shirt looks so good When its staying firmly on the rack And she said "use your hands and my prayer time We've got one thing in common, it's this God of mine" She said, oh She said she's celibate anyway
And there's only minutes before I repent this off All we seem to do is talk about texts She says she's celibate anyway She says she's celibate anyway I love your friend when I read his book He's got a holy face, but I like that 'cause he still looks cool She says she's celibate anyway She says she's celibate anyway
Now we're on the pew in my church And I'm about to pray for news But you say "Go" You say "Go" Does he take care of you Or could I easily hear the news? But you say "Go" You say "Go"
Now we're just outside of church And you're kneeling your way down She says she's celibate anyway She says she's celibate anyway And I'm not trying to stop you, love If we're gonna do anything, we might as well just suck She says she's celibate anyway She says she's celibate anyway
Got your tongue blessed anyway You and your high hopes any day You in your church clothes anyway You and your lit friends anyway I'd pray they all doubt any day They all got prayer books anyway They're all celibate anyway