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song lyrics that gut me to my core, an ongoing list

- “i never touched you how i wanted to” triple dog dare by lucy dacus

- “i’m scared to death that i’ll scream your name,” id have to think about it by leith ross

- “what in the world do we have at a quarter to four,” in the bed by dodie

- “i’d go hungry and crazy and honest for you,” a concert six months from now by finneas

- “life’s too short to worry about the things we got wrong,” hug all your friends by cavetown

- “here everyone knows you’re the way to my heart,” punisher by phoebe bridgers

- “did we look like lovers or partners in crime?” partners in crime by finneas

- “if you got married, i’d object, throw my shoe at the altar and lose your respect,” christine by lucy dacus

- “don’t you think it’s funny that i’m asking you for your mercy after all those nights you asked me for dance,” carefully by ben platt

- “call me if you need a friend or never talk to me again but please stay,” please stay by lucy dacus

- “and the funny thing is i would’ve married you, if you had stuck around,” doomsday by lizzy mcalpine

- “i didn’t know you then and i’ll never understand why it feels like i did,” smoke signals by phoebe bridgers

- “i don’t know why everytime that i think of home, i can picture you standing in the snow,” same boat by lucy dacus

- “one word from you and i’d jump off this ledge im on baby,” first love / late spring by mitski

- “will you call when you’re back at school? i remember thinking i had you,” august by taylor swift

- “but for some reason, you’re not here and i refuse to believe that means something,” means something by lizzy mcalpine

- "i hope i was wrong about someday, right about today," what a year today has been by hana bryanne

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like sometimes you just have to toast yesterday’s bread put some sicilian tomatoes and a fuckton of mozzarella and oregano on it and call it a day

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I think kafka’s diaries are the strongest evidence that journaling is not necessarily good for your mental health

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song lyrics that gut me to my core, an ongoing list

- “i never touched you how i wanted to” triple dog dare by lucy dacus

- “i’m scared to death that i’ll scream your name,” id have to think about it by leith ross

- “what in the world do we have at a quarter to four,” in the bed by dodie

- “i’d go hungry and crazy and honest for you,” a concert six months from now by finneas

- “life’s too short to worry about the things we got wrong,” hug all your friends by cavetown

- “here everyone knows you’re the way to my heart,” punisher by phoebe bridgers

- “did we look like lovers or partners in crime?” partners in crime by finneas

- “if you got married, i’d object, throw my shoe at the altar and lose your respect,” christine by lucy dacus

- “don’t you think it’s funny that i’m asking you for your mercy after all those nights you asked me for dance,” carefully by ben platt

- “call me if you need a friend or never talk to me again but please stay,” please stay by lucy dacus

- “and the funny thing is i would’ve married you, if you had stuck around,” doomsday by lizzy mcalpine

- “i didn’t know you then and i’ll never understand why it feels like i did,” smoke signals by phoebe bridgers

- “i don’t know why everytime that i think of home, i can picture you standing in the snow,” same boat by lucy dacus

- “one word from you and i’d jump off this ledge im on baby,” first love / late spring by mitski

- “will you call when you’re back at school? i remember thinking i had you,” august by taylor swift

- “but for some reason, you’re not here and i refuse to believe that means something,” means something by lizzy mcalpine

- "i hope i was wrong about someday, right about today," what a year today has been by hana bryanne

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Never felt more pathetic lol

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if wired earphones have a million fans i am one of them. if wired earphones have ten fans i am one of then. if wired earphones have one fan i am that fan. so on and so forth i can’t remember the rest of this meme

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TYPES OF INDIAN BOYS

(disclaimer: please don't take this as stereotyping this is just for prompts besties)

the lukhnawi lover boi: loves cats would die for cats would kill for cats, will tell their mom about you, rings 👀, pinching their nose bridge, a tight black kurta they can't let go of, makes the best maggi you can think of, raises eyebrows teasingly whenever you give them a compliment, plays gully cricket with kids, *scrunches nose*, can't talk about you without blushing uncontrollably, tapri ki chai™, plays atleast one instrument, pleading puppy face, gifted you jhumkas once hasn't recovered from the precious look on your face yet, will nuzzle in your neck after a hard day, "let's compare hands na"

the bande bula dunga behenchod: old delhi, or as they put it "shahjahanabad hota hai yaar", chicken kadhi ka kurta, scribbled post-it notes with little hearts for you, kulhad koffee go brrrrr, is best friend with the vegetable vendor, kebab dates, *massages jaw very segsy*, black denim, partner & low-key bully, whistles when you check yourself out in an fit, middle finger, pro at dumb charades, calls you their gulab jamun, very politely asks you at 4 in the morning to come with him for a highway ride (you say yes obviously), gives you cute messy pottery mugs, says behenchod a LOT. *loosens tie*, kisses your tears away, will get into a fight with their parents for you

the bhai coolers are way better than acs okay: probably from west india, listens to rag artists makes you listen you raag artists now you love raag artists, runs on terrace dances on terrace type, you have a bandhani chunni, lehriya chunni, malmal chunni at this point you think they're a chunni smuggler, PANI PURI DATES, manically tells pani puri bhaiyya "aur teekha banao maza nai aaya", dozes off in your lap, has a cute pout, rubs his eyes like a schoolboy after waking up, makes fruit salad for you, "my clothes are your clothes only", aloo bhujia enthusiast, makes you rethink life choices when they wink at you, bakes you cupcakes,

the did you put four pleats in the saree or five because like i wanna match: gives you forehead massages, "istg if you say lungi dance is your favourite south indian song one more time even as a joke i will literally break up with you", probably smokes but in a cool vintage poet way, long hugs, *launches themselves into the bed stomach first*, the softest cotton shirts you can think off, leaves rice on balcony for pigeons, park dates, thumb caresses, sleeps on your shoulder on bus rides, will cradle you like a baby after a hard day, bought a gajra for you one day and almost fainted from the smile on your lips, plays uno with you till 2 a.m. looses majestically, *touches toes under the family dinner table*

the thand lag jaayegi tumhe: holds a hand out for you, dirty jokes while almost going to sleep that cause you to snort and literally die from laughing, big fat sibling bully, a yellow light bulb lamp on their desk, braids your hair even if it's not long enough to braid, rogue-ish smile, squishes your face together just because, pastel mufflers, warm hands but cold af feet, loves to play cards, always looses in cards, gently moves your hair out of your eyes, lots of flannel and joggers pants, *cries in can't eat softies without getting a throat itch*, human embodiment "jhatak kar zulf jab tum tauliye se baarishein aazaad karti ho, accha lagta hai", makes you flustered very easily, god complex AND insecure, pakode, palm kisses, wears this watch you gifted him everywhere, "i love you very much jaan but if you eat my oreos again i'll push you off a cliff"

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i hate that i like boys

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tbh, some days i feel so extremely happy about randomass shit, and some days are just so bland, i wish some amount of that positivity could be somehow just idk put into these bland days, is 3 am and im blabbering

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Anna Akhmatova, tr. by D. M. Thomas, from Selected Poems, 1914

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oh how thunderstorms have my heart

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i love thunder so much i cannot explain it i love the storm more than so much

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i’m literally 10minutes late to an interview i was hoping to secure for the job. i am literally waiting and i think the interviewer has left. oh my god, this is so embarrassing

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Listening to Nothing But Thieves never fails to make me go feral

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stress cleaning and then obsessively stress attacking my face with skincare with fall out boy in the background, j bcuz of one minor inconvenience in my life is so iconic of me

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This is too beautiful for the world

The sun is hot and sweet on your face, baby birds shriek for their mothers, grass folds beneath you. The crickets are singing, the wind is singing, your heart is singing. Something about this moment feels timeless.

jin xingye // bright dead things, ada limón // night fisher, r. kikuo johnson // to the angelbeast, eduardo c corral // charlotte ager // bounding wet dark, jacques rancourt // sami in the meadow, eero järnefelt // soft targets, deborah landau// clover, tateishi harumi // here, dani smotrich-barr