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Bob dylan lowkey had some interesting lyrics that are pertinent to the human expeirence and certain moments in time

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“I remember, growing up, at night, and my dad would sit in the kitchen with all the lights out and he waited for me to come in, and he’d sit there and drink, and I’d stand in the driveway and I’d look into his screen door, and I could see the light of a cigarette, and then I’d rush up on the porch and try to get by him but he’d always call me back. And it was like he was always… always angry. Always mad. He’d be sitting there thinking about everything that he was never gonna have, until… until he’d get me thinking like that too. And I’d lay up in my bed, at night, and be staring at the ceiling, and I’d feel like if something didn’t happen, if something didn’t happen soon, it felt like I was just gonna… like some day, like I was just gonna… “ - Bruce Springsteen

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JOAN BAEZ — Cambridge, 1958

kosmogrl

the sun is starting to set at 7pm now

kosmogrl

my beautiful princess (daylight) is leaving me

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my perversions.... #myperversions

sincerelydaniellec

last night of hannukah

cryptwretch

cigarettes shouldnt be able to negatively affect those with a melancholic disposition there should be like an exception in the code or whatever

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moved all my oils and perfumes and things to my dresser

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trying to plot how to get to this spa in italy

dateamonster

its actually very funny to me that lynchs work has this reputation of being very weird and confusing and opaque and so when you watch it you kinda go in expecting to have to sus out a lot of subtle metaphor and symbolism and like certainly its got its fair share but mostly the thing people find so weird about it i think is that he creates these story worlds where the rules of reality are bent to allow for as much literal communication as possible. so much of his work is just characters telling you whats going on and what it means to them so bluntly that it like loops and sounds completely bizarre, like listening to someone describe a dream they had with perfect recall and clarity. it rules. i love being autistic actually.