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Mike Driver
todays bird

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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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@pourjudgment
wrong place wrong time (earth, 2016)
Itâs risky, falling in love.â âI know that,â I answered. âIâve been in love before. Itâs like a narcotic. At first it brings the euphoria of complete surrender. The next day, you want more. Youâre not addicted yet, but you like the sensation, and you think you can still control things. You think about the person you love for two minutes, and forget them for three hours. "But then you get used to that person, and you begin to be completely dependent on them. Now you think about him for three hours and forget him for two minutes. If heâs not there, you feel like an addict who canât get a fix. And just as addicts steal and humiliate themselves to get what they need, youâre willing to do anything for love.
Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept: A Novel of Forgiveness (via ohteenscanrelate)
Blank Space (acoustic) by Taylor Swift
I can be a cynical guy, not least so when it comes to pop music. Taylor Swift started her career as a singer songwriter with folk elements, setting her apart from most other pop stars, but when she first dropped the guitar for albums like 1989, I figured it would be pure bubblegum and autotune from there on out.
Not so. Hereâs a (relatively) recent video of her performing Blank Space, my favorite song of hers by far, at the Grammy Museum, showing that she still plays guitar, sings beautifully even without studio magic, and - perhaps coolest of all - that she isnât too cool for the kind of small audiences that singer-songwriters come up playing to, many remaining on that small scale for their whole careers. I love that she prefaces the rendition with an explanation, a humored incredulity in her tone, of how the song was born: as a response to the mediaâs condescending creation of her infamous serial-dater persona. This is part of what has always made Blank Space great: itâs not just an immaculately written song - itâs satire.