who all up being borne back ceaselessly into the past rn?

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who all up being borne back ceaselessly into the past rn?
one thing about me if it’s about sirius black i will cry
having a savior complex AND an inferiority complex is so james potter of me
personally i don’t think it’s a coincidence that bohemian rhapsody is exactly 5:55 long. you don’t fool me FREDDIE
hozier really said, “if the heavens ever did speak, she’s the last true mouthpiece”, and just expected us to be CALM?
when she’d smell the roses,
she wrinkle her nose and,
tell me she found nirvana
i was thinking about roses and how much i love them and this materialized in my mind??? it happens. give credit for a firm handshake 🫶🏼
i think our problem is that we had all read “a series of unfortunate events” by the time we were ten
harkening back to that dream i had where i thought i was on the phone with andrew garfield, but it was actually hozier
bawling over poa and eating bruschetta don’t look at me
Bruce Springsteen and Steven Van Zandt, 1977 by Peter Howes
the MEN.
Distant Fall
On a sunny early afternoon, I left my abode And found myself taking a slender road The road was long and tiresome to cross And also an uneven one inhabited by moss.
Suddenly I saw a construct so fine Which was a wooden bench as old as time
Little by little as I went a lot nearer It looked somewhat known and smelt familiar I remember myself being in here To forget agony and to throw all fear It was you who I sat with my dear On this bench, now I remember it all clear.
We exchanged some thoughts with smile And forgot the rest, perhaps for a while
Now it is a memory which I hardly recall Spent on a fine afternoon of a distant fall.
dear writer, this is actually fabulous.
i love his work, but i have never once found willem defoe attractive. but then i watched mississippi burning and all has been revolutionized.
not to be dramatic or anything but dead poet’s society literally changed my life.
i randomly remember that time my freshman year that my english teacher lost her earring and i told her she looked like george michael
"THE LAWSUIT" TOUR:
Bruce Springsteen & The E Street Band at the Music Hall, Boston, MA, March 24, 1977-third night
(Photo Chuck Pulin-Cliff Breining-Don Bullens-Kate Simons-
sirius black and brooklyn baby give the exact same energy. don’t argue; it’s true.
you, the sun
and i, your willing icarus
ignorant to the sea below.
lest i forget all suns set.
literally entered my mind as i was doing squats.