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[needlepittt]

I just finished Hannibal .CALL THAT SHIT HANNIBAWL THE WAY I CRIED MY EYES OUT DURING LOVE CRIME

[needlepittt]

I was literally bewitched last night. Antwerp you were such a crazy crowd I love you guys <3. I kept on dancing even when I thought I couldn’t do it anymore, and by some miracle my voice is still intact even though I turned into a screaming goat (or a harpy. It would be more fitting). But most importantly Florence looked like she was having fun!!! She looked so happy oh my god I love her. This was the concert of a lifetime guys I miss this so much already.

Ok LISTEN!!! I wanted to add more videos but you could literally hear me singing in every single one of them- so you get the one where you could hear me the least.

[needlepittt]

Listen I don’t usually brag but I would’ve survived in Hannibal simply because I’m a people pleaser.

Hannibal Lecter would’ve said “Eat the rude” or some shit like that and I would’ve said “Ok.. whatever makes you happy” and I would’ve looked so sad and soppy and miserable he would’ve IMMEDIATELY lost his appetite.

[needlepittt]

I love life ‘cause what do you mean I was watching nbc Hannibal while listening to Ethel Cain and the sex scene in s2ep10 linked up PERFECTLY with Inbred.

Like the timing. The performance. The boom. The high note. It felt like a fucking lsd trip.

10/10 experience, would highly recommend

[needlepittt]

Kind of in love with the fact that Paulchard’s dynamic atp is “Who would I be without you and who would you be without me”. Like. There’s something romantic about realizing that another person completes you to the point where when they’re not there you feel something’s missing from you.

[needlepittt]

Listen guys I know we all love Sehnsucht but genuinely I’d like some more appreciation for my girl LIFAD. It’s literally the same, but instead of submitting you turn around and you hit life in the knees with a crowbar.

It’s draping yourself in furs and silks and covering yourself in fake blood from spirit halloween and weird mysterious black goo to go to a family gathering. Its cleaning your hands on your grandma’s filet crochet. Its throwing yourself on the table and demanding to be sacrificed. It’s whipping and naenaeing. It’s being someone’s sleep paralysis demon. It’s catching fish and watching them die in your hands before gently putting them back in the water. It’s brown noise and loud noise and medieval miniatures and rainstorms and funerals and looking vaguely 3D modeled. It’s knowing that, after all of the pain, there will be gentleness, but that won’t stop you from baring your teeth and snarling. It’s the ikea Djungleskog peluche. It’s about being the halfway point between the slender man and the windingo. It’s about watching shitty eighties porn while you’re cooking.

Do all that and then we’ll talk.

[needlepittt]

GUESS WHO’S GOING TO BELGIUM TO SEE FLORENCE AND THE MACHINE

[needlepittt]

Thank you for coming to my ted talk