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@mollyandthezombies
I’m Gonna Be (500 miles) is honestly just such a pure, solid good song. The lyrics are cute af and actually resemble a long-term committed and happy relationship and to top it all off you can scream ‘DAHDADADA’ and the top of your lungs in a pub and someone will scream it back to you.
I could watch this all day.
he flipped
I swear to gawd do it again. Do it… Do it again I promise you… Do it, i swear to gawd, bro…
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“You know it’s hard to tell you this. Oh it’s hard to tell you this. Here’s looking at you, Kid.”
12.13.18 - Brian Fallon at Crossroads, Garwood, New Jersey
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hi i'm kat & i like to write
So I started my own writing blog & it would mean the world to me if you followed it!! 💗
Freelancing in technical theater means you’re on a lot of different email lists. People need a crew, they send out an email, you respond with your availability. Now, most people start these with things like “hey folks” or “hi everyone”. Neal is not most people.
His openers started off innocent enough.
Then, he started to push boundaries.
And as you can see, it has spiraled out of control since then.
Tag yourselves. I’m the anteater in a suit who thinks he can pass.
THEY JUST KEEP COMING
He’s even witty in real time.
‘turpentine dreams of an okra sunrise’ is going to be my bluegrass rock album title
On August 22nd, 2006, My Chemical Romance were scheduled to play at the Hammersmith Palais in London. Outside the venue the name of their new album was announced by twenty people dressed in black cloaks with their faces obscured and a large group of fans. Before the band took the stage, it was announced that My Chemical Romance were unable to play. ‘However the band’s good friends The Black Parade have kindly stepped in as a replacement’.
videos of the pre-show announcement x x
I’m at a wealthy middle-aged christmas party with my best friend a woman came up to me and said “you have to try the gouda” and I said “is it firm?” and she said “yes I wouldn’t have anything less” and we both threw our heads back and laughed and I’m still not sure why
wheres that pic from parks and rec. you all know the one
when u hear your favorite band in public
someone: hi
me: between 2009 and 2012 kesha satirised and parodied the archetype of the female pop star and the drunken party girl image. she has a 140 near genius IQ and studied psychology and comparative religion between recording her first album, the irreverent and heartwarming satirical masterpiece “Animal”. time after time she deconstructed the pop star image with a trash glam aesthetic that was authentic to her music taste and she frequently honoured her mother’s country rock/hippie mentality that informed her unique working class upbringing. “Rainbow” is a Butterly moment and the magnum opus of her career that honours her country rock beginnings and amplified the vulnerability of her songwriting. ‘Warrior’ is one of the most underrated pop albums of all time. she wrote every lyric to nearly all her songs and when you actually listen to the anecdotes in the verses of “TiK ToK” it’s clear she’s writing about real life experiences of parties in Nashville/California instead of just generic party song lyrics about being in the club. she really did brush her teeth with jack one morning in vegas, in this essay i will
WHERES THE REST OF THE ESSAY OP
(via meanboysclub)
The last one
Also good on these people for taking the aggressively petty route instead of falsely registering their pets as service animals
And one of the reasons I love my state and assure people that not all New Yorkers are assholes.
If you appreciate the beauty of Brian Fallon (of Gaslight Anthem fame) covering “Linoleum” by NOFX?
Let’s be friends.
I wanna be your best friend
For that "glitch in the matrix" thing going around
Not me, but my mom.
In 1972, she ran away from home. She was gone for several months, and when she got home my grandmother started shaking her and screaming about how someone had told her my mother had no shoes and my grandmother was sure it meant my mom was dead.
She finally calms down, and they piece it together: my grandmother had gotten a phone call from someone who breathed two or three times, said “Cathy’s in bare feet,” and hung up. Except that’s not what they said–my grandmother had written the date in on her calendar, and on that date my mother was in Bare Feet, Arizona. She knew definitively that she was in Bare Feet because on that date she called home to talk to my grandfather, who told her Uncle Jim had died–“got himself shot”–and that she had missed the funeral. Ready for the glitch in the matrix part? Here we go:
–My grandfather had no recollection of the conversation–which would have been a strange conversation indeed, since Uncle Jim was still alive and, in fact, didn’t die until 2009, eight years after my grandfather. However, my mom did miss the funeral, thanks to a delayed flight. Cause of death? Supposedly, it was suicide, but there were enough indications for the family to believe that was a pile of horseshit, not least that shooting himself in the head with the rifle indicated would’ve been near-impossible.
–My mom was going by the name Patricia Danko when she was on the run–she had a fake ID and everything. She hadn’t called herself “Cathy” since leaving home and nobody knew she was traveling under an alias.
–According to my mom, she never gave a name for herself–either Patricia or Cathy–when she was in Bare Feet, and she would’ve had no reason to. Bare Feet had maybe a hundred people in it, and they were just stopping for food and gas.
–This isn’t just an account from my mother–my dad was with her at the time, and he remembers both the phone call and the truckstop.
But that’s not the weirdest nor the creepiest part, which is this:
–I’ve been trying for three years to find Bare Feet, Arizona–on the Internet, on old maps, by talking to old Arizona cowboys, and there was never a Bare Feet, Arizona. My mom convinced my dad to drive “through Bare Feet” on the way back from Texas in 2013 and there was no town anywhere along the highway, not even the abandoned bones of one. I’ve looked for Bare Feet, Barefeet, Bear Feet, Bare Feat, Bare Foot, Barefoot, and Bear Foot. None of these exist.
My mother stopped in a town that doesn’t exist, ate in a restaurant that never was, made a phone call that could not have happened and was apparently answered by a ghost from 40 years in the future, and later that night someone called my grandmother from a number that turned up on her phone bill only as a pay phone in Arizona to say that single sentence, “Cathy’s in Bare Feet.”
I didn’t initially want to reblog things here, but this is just too far up my alley. I think I’ll start collecting stories of incidents like this, weirdling magic at its most potent.
whatever at least I give good head