#the weakends

[restsbetweennotes]

High tide tight around the neck, The same song everybody’s bleeding What makes me so different? The insides work the same You ever fear the dark impressions of your future? The slightest gravestone whisper? The stillness of your heart? I feel it growing dark A fever inching deeper A fever inching to the core

[falsestuff]

The Weakends - Desperate Love Blues (2008)

helló, újra aktív a youtube csatornám!

[artikgato]

Music I Got Obsessed With In 2025, Part 8

Because I knew I was going to be doing a lot of driving in the month of May (going back and forth between Williamsburg and Raleigh, among other things) I decided to pay for a month of Youtube music. And say what you will about it, the algorithm is pretty good. It recommended me a lot of Motion City Soundtrack, a band I had a few songs by in my playlists but had never really sat down and listened to. Well now I have, and part of the reason is because the lyrics to this song punched me in the face several times but, like, in a good way.

As years go crashing by I think of all I've pondered So many minutes squandered So many things undone I've tried to figure out How many lives I've wasted waiting for the perfect time to start I'll kick tomorrow Fight back at the pouring rain I'll send the weak ends down the drain, down the drain

[maybebecomingms]

just a figment of a feeling

March 14th, 2023

As years go crashing by I think of all I've pondered So many minutes squandered So many things undone I'll try to figure out How many lives I've wasted Waiting for the perfect time to start

I used to go running to this song and cry with guilt because I wasn't doing the things I was supposed to and I wondered when I'd finally get over myself and do them.

I never did, and what a blessing that ended up being.

Now I listen with a restlessness and impatience so visceral I still cry. Because I know what's next and I have known for a while. And I'm so tired of waiting. I've been waiting so long - slowly, carefully putting all the pieces together, just plugging away.

And I've come so far, but FUCK, this process is a slow one.

It didn't mean what I thought it did at all.

(I think it's actually about alcoholism - that works, too.)

[thelassoway]

As years go crashing by, I think of all I've pondered So many minutes wandered, So many things undone I've tried to figure out How many lives I've wasted waiting for the perfect time to start

I'll kick tomorrow, Fight back at the pouring rain I'll send the weak ends down the drain, down the drain I'll kick tomorrow, Fight back at the pouring rain I'll send the weak ends down the drain, down the drain

[iheartjosiebean]

just a figment of a feeling

The thing that I have had the hardest time identifying in regard to my dad having died suddenly, is that it never stopped being terrifying. It never stopped being something that stops my breath and keeps me lying awake at night. It is still something that really, truly scares me. The thought of how it all went down evokes a fear even now that I was never able to move past. I have had significant anxiety my whole life, so fear is as familiar as breathing. It’s just always there. I take it for granted. This existential “What is gonna happen to me and how could it ever be okay?” feeling is a constant and I don’t remember knowing anything else. [Do] You ever feel the dark impressions of your future, The slightest gravestone whisper, The stillness of your heart? Last night I was driving home, as it just started to get dark. I pulled over and stopped briefly, to adjust the music I was listening to, not wanting to be putzing on my phone while the car was in motion. And I saw my husband had replied to my text saying I was on the way home to tell me he was just leaving. I had completely forgotten he was leaving. Normally my introverted heart would look forward to the alone time, but I had it in my mind that I was going to tell him about my day and hang out. And he wasn’t gonna be there. And my idea of how the night would go was completely turned upside down, and I struggled with that more than I thought I would. And then I felt afraid. Suddenly, it was SO dark out. And I was SO lonely, even though I had just been with friends. And feeling total despair for a multitude of reasons. And I had a headache. And before I knew it, I was blinking through tears, trying to keep my eyes on the road. Then I was squeezing every muscle in my face, which had become hot, trying to control it. Then I stopped trying to control it. I was on the back roads, and I was safe, and I decided to own it. And cry. And CRY. And feel all the feels and let it happen. By the time I got home, I wasn’t afraid anymore. My headache even kind of got better. As years go crashing by I think of all I’ve pondered So many minutes squandered So many things undone I’ve tried to figure out how many lives I’ve wasted Waiting for the perfect time to start It was an interesting exercise for me, in realizing how much my fear and anxiety is an “iceberg” for layers of all kinds of other feelings. And if I allow those other feelings to happen and I deal with them, it breaks the power that the fear has over me. I’ll send the weak ends Down the drain, down the drain

[liqueurstore]

[madnessandmakebelieve]

You ever fear the dark impressions of your future? The slightest gravestone whisper? The stillness of your heart? I feel it growing dark. A fever inching deeper, A fever inching to the core.