Lyric of the Day #327: You Wouldn’t Be Laughing (The Front Bottoms)
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Lyric of the Day #327: You Wouldn’t Be Laughing (The Front Bottoms)
you won’t get the same moment twice
lol slay
fr turn off the ramshackle glory & see a psychiatrist
i often think about how all of the ways that our lives have collided could have differed
if i would’ve stayed back in the back of the show w my co workers instead of going up to the barricade, mayb if wouldnt have realized enjoy was opening for the growlers, mayb i would’ve had less to drink or if we would’ve walked in on the left side door, that drunken moment of lust that happened w u would’ve been nothing but a dream for a girl, but that girl is just me
if i didn’t notice a kid from high school cheating on a girl i used to swim with,(right behind me too, not to mention u knew him) i wouldn’t have caught eyes w u that lured u my direction. ironically enough i can barely remember that transaction, but you do
with u remembering the way i looked w my hair darker than it was when u saw me the next, it reminded me how i felt that night, the way i felt locking lips and thinking to myself “does every kiss feel like this?” in that moment u were a complete stranger and if i felt something with someone so foreign, i didn’t know what feelings to believe for the next years being 17.
i remember u holding my hips and the feelings in my stomach were pushing up to my jaw and i knew that moment was indeed, over
i pulled out my phone without saying a word and unlocked and with no hesitation u grabbed it and texted urself , after that, i was gone and turned to be the first/only throw up ive had in a stall at the fremont
the irony the universe can give us sometimes is just impeccable work truly, huh
its funny how the throw up in that story rly kills the romance to it, almost like how his lies at the end of the relationship kills any sort of good that anxious ass relationship was, getting clarity on how much u hated urself around someone is a wild feeling
how anxious i was all the time around him
and i almost got away from u, so close
ut the universe brought us together after a 2 yr relationship i had w an abusive alcoholic
and i now dont know who was worse
he was never my person
no one ever has
just someone trying to convince me they were
and convince themself too
i hate him
Love, On Its Way Out.
Two Week Notice, Leanna Firestone | Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines, Pablo Neruda | Conversations Over Sanguinaccio Dolce, I.B. Vyache | Seaside Improvisation, Richard Siken | I never went to that movie at 12:45, Dolly Lemk | In a Dream You Saw a Way To Survive, Clementine von Radics | Quote by Kate McGahan | Pillow Thoughts, Courtney Peppernell | Bluets, Maggie Nelson
(This isn't prompted by my real life so much as it is my love for that first song and also. blorbos.)
Postcolonial Love Poem, ‘Wolf OR-7′ by Natalie Diaz
[ID: I confuse instinct for desire - isn’t bite also touch?]
life is a road// every town is a home// i just wanna be self maintaining// i just wanna stop complaining// i only exist by comparison// i only matter with context// drivin up to garrison// sad is not that complex// outside and inside are the same// you got me feeling soft like rain// i thought there was only// one kind of boring// but some people are pure poison
rip to my heart that mf gone gone
a love so bold it makes me question, have i really loved at all until now?
and i realized i hadnt and now im still heartbroken MONTHS LATER
2022 lesson, fuck everyone.
I stand on that…
HEARTBREAKING: Poor girl has to get out of the soft warm bed even though she is so so so so comfy
Bad communication really ends a lot of good things.
Tenderness, reciprocation, consistency, transparency, passion