hereās a full version of what Cornelia Street would sound like with Delicate
My second favorite mashup⦠should I be surprised these two songs are by the same person? Probably not. Delicate Street, as I like to call this mashup.
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hereās a full version of what Cornelia Street would sound like with Delicate
My second favorite mashup⦠should I be surprised these two songs are by the same person? Probably not. Delicate Street, as I like to call this mashup.
'cause I knew you steppin' on the last train marked me like a bloodstain
I have 3 moods:
skips every song in my playlist
lets the music play without interruption
plays the same song on repeat for days
I want that bengali kind of love.
The afternoon dates in scorching sun while trudging through college street in a kurti, sniffing ancient, ancient books kind of love. The sitting in princep ghaat, watching the Ganga flow by kind of love. The "paarar adda" kind of love; the "Fuchka khabi?" kind of love. I want the passionate political debates kind of love; the saraswati puja's yellow saree dates kind of love. I want the teasing "Didi apnar dara hobe na; chere din" kind of love. I want walking down the gardens of Victoria memorial kind of love. I want the evening jhaalmuri kind of love, the watching bells of dakhineshwar toll at a distance over the Ganga kind of love. I want manna de songs when it rains kind of love. I want rabindrasangeet when the thunder booms outside kind of love.
I want the vintage Kolkata love.
listening to music you loved when you were younger feels like a connection with your past self. like did she know Iād be listening to this exact same song so many years in the future? she couldnāt have imagined the person I am now. it feels like a hand reaching through time. like looking at the moon and realising that throughout history other people have looked at the same moon and felt the same way. a moment when the boundaries of time blur and itās just me, enjoying music, connected with all the past versions of myself who are listening to this same song
indian family gatherings are incomplete without criticising queers and body shaming children (me actually).
Happy pride to āyou should have raised a baby girl I should have been a better sonā
Fighting the urge to post āI LOVE MUSIIIIIIIIIIIIC!!!!!!!ā 50 times a day
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#it is a b/w picture of the palaye brothers
June in 2 days. Half a year nearly passed already ok now what
House of Wolves - My Chemical Romance
hits different is my boyfriend hits different is a god hits different is the breeze in my hair on the weekend hits different is a relaxing thought arenāt you envious that for you itās not
i feel good today. i saw a guy wearing a mcr t-shirt. i thought he went away but he had tea from the same stall as me. i went up to him and said his tshirt was cool and that bp is also my fav album. man was too stunned to speak. guess he's one of the few killjoys from my city.