“Selfie with josh dun (even though I only know like three twenty one pilots songs) #1989TourColumbus”
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“Selfie with josh dun (even though I only know like three twenty one pilots songs) #1989TourColumbus”
Daniel Sedin talks retirement on Sportsnet 650 (Sept. 25, 2018)
DanAndPhilCRAFTS YouTube 100,000 Subscriber plaque Pore cleansing and pre-tour vacation, September 2015
She was struggling, turbulent.
In the closet by the front door, she found an old pair of trainers. The insoles were smooth as river rock. Shoes for treading through trash, debris, waste sites, crime scenes, not seen for at least a year. It wasn't lost on her, how these fatigued, deteriorated remnants were some of the only possessions she had left. But she didn't believe in omens.
She sat on the edge of the couch, bouncing the heels of these marred relics up and down repeatedly on the panel floorboards. Her fingers steepled at the bow of her lips, watching the opposite wall, watching the door. She lingered on the preponderance of all those fucking things she did not yet know. And the augmenting distance that prevailed because of them; her life was a shoddy bridge of rotted out planks that could fall away with even the meekest footfall. Like she was trespassing on time itself.
—Angry Dylan from “Moonshine” / darlfinch
She was an indefinite terror, an unimplorable cold, but worst of all, she was heartbreaking. He'd found himself in the throws of such women before, storms he found beautiful and horrible with their lashing rain and rolling thunder. He wanted to be overwhelmed by their elements - of bitterness, rashness, grief. But she was not a storm. She was all those things, but personified - objectified- in a mass of fur, fringed in claws, a hell hound. She hadn't rattled his windows or sent a tree through his roof. She caught him with her teeth and dragged him to hell.
excerpt from writings on lame-wolf Levon, darlfinch
Do you remember that backstage interview at the apple music festival 2015? That was a moment that made me both sad and shocked. I still don't know what the hell happened there because Louis looked happy and then sad and Harry nervous. And the larry book thing that Liam picked up during the concert when both of them interacted very quickly
2015 had so many confusing moments
I remember the Apple Music fest, and these gifs break my heart a little (tw flashing):
I'll make a new post with the book moment you're referring to, from June 2015 in Helsinki.