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one-futilerat · 10 months
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I can't bring myself to love you anymore after all of this. Meaningless apologies, half-hearted texts and late replies. I can't love you like this; picking myself apart and sacrificing my sleep for someone who doesn't even know me. I wish I could stay here, pretend we were okay like we were when you still loved me and caring didn't kill. Like we were when we weren't so different people. Are we strangers now? I don't think you ever knew me. I don't think I know who you are. All I know is, I don't think I know how to love you anymore.
–you're killing me, love
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dustedmagazine · 1 month
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Love Child — Never Meant To Be (1988-1993) (12XU)
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Love Child brings the detuned roar of Dinosaur, the nervy agitation of the Feelies, the arch literacy of Pavement, the barbed sugar of the Throwing Muses, shifting sound and style from song to song. This compilation spans the brief career of the New York City noise-punk-lofi outfit, with cuts from a debut 7”, both early 1990s full-lengths and unreleased and radio tracks. It’s an absolute riot from start to finish, even if it’s hard to get a grip on what Love Child was at its core.
The band came together in the late 1980s, when Will Baum, Rebecca Odes and Alan Licht were still students at Vassar. Licht, of course, later made a name as a critic and noise-minimalist. His work with Love Child overlapped with Blue Humans and slightly preceded turns with Run On and the Pacific Ocean. His collaborations with Jandek and Loren Connors took place later, in the second half of the 1990s.
The earliest cuts here come from a 1990 single, the brash, ragged-bassed “Sofa” (memorialized here in Love Child’s only video) and the vaguely “Summertime Blues”-ish “Crocus” (with its indelible line, “My mom threw me out until I get some pants that fit/She just don’t approve of my strange kind of wit.” ) Both balance garage-rock minimalism with a bursts of noise. “Sofa” intersperses catchy, kicky girl-boy choruses with blasts of unfettered guitar squall.
The first full-length, Okay, came on Homestead in 1991. Its tracks take up a large portion of this compilation, which is fine because they bang pretty hard, especially the multi-voiced “Diane” and “Fortune Cookie” which blends the pure blasting amp noise of J. Mascis , the yelping angst of Television and the clanking post-punk bass sounds of, say, Gods Gift. But other cuts run towards jangle pop, notably “He’s So Sensitive” a lofi girl group garage rocker featuring Odes on lead vocal. The other album, Witchcraft, followed a year later, also on Homestead. It’s a bit smoother, a bit more melodic, a bit more reliant on Odes’ buzzy, dreamy vocals. “AAA/XXX” is almost dream pop, though sharp guitar slashes prop up the verse, while “Something Cruel” jangles lyrically for a seconds before cranking up to pogo speed.
Additional, previously unreleased material bookends the album. “Asking for It,” from a 1992 Peel Session comes first, layering bratty, confrontational punk on wild eruptions of near rockabilly guitar; an oozing, sludgy noise interval bisects the cut. “Greedy,” another song from the same session exults in feedback and loose harmonies, tough and vulnerable at the same time. There are also a couple of cuts from a KSPC show, including the dreaming, droning, guitar-led “All Is Loneliness” with its shades of VU. That track was recorded in 1993, near the end of this evanescent outfit’s run, and it hints at other directions that they might have taken if they had persisted. Still no use mourning what never happened. There’s plenty to celebrate here without it.
Jennifer Kelly
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chatter-crow · 5 months
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IT WAS NEVER MEANT TO BE
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have a messy c! wilbur for november 16th
UPDATE AS OF FEBRUARY 27th, 2024: I DO NOT SUPPORT CC! WILBUR IN ANY WAY. I THINK HE IS A DISGUSTING PIECE OF SCUM
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I made a cute reel vid about my fic Star-cossed. All pictures from Pinterest.
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leretta · 7 months
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Time passed, feelings lapsed, everything changed.
But nevertheless part of me will always linger in a particular time and space we held close to our hearts. A time, long before today. When you and I first learned to love, when you took my breath away— a time that doesn’t exist anymore. Instead, sweet moments between you and I are concealed deep in my memories.
And here we stand, grown.
Amazing how the years changed us, aged us, differentiated us.
We don’t know each other now, I know enough about you to not want to.
I know we aren’t anything alike anymore. That the memories of our love, the memories I clung desperately to, would be spoiled by the us we are now. Every memory preserved in its perfect entirety, would lose it’s young naivety. The wonder I remember in your eyes would be lost forever if I see tears fill them now.
And maybe I’m just selfish, but the way I remember you is exactly how I’d like for you to stay —because in my memories you’re preserved. You; the person who taught me love and laughter, self appreciation and earth-shattering sadness.
A boy who gave me the keys to my own heart, dared me to fall, took me to the depths of unrequited love, and let me drown in the beautiful delusions we made up together.
I was dumb, numb, and hated myself more than anything, for allowing our love to override and overthrow all logic, all caution. Shattered in the memories, I romanticized everything we were and rebuilt myself on the feelings of love you had once taught me. You stayed romanticized for years, the best parts of you on repeat. Tearing me apart that I wasn’t enough, I wondered if I could ever stop seeing you in my dreams.
That was until we ran into each other.
My heart didn’t stop like I thought it would. I didn’t crave any part of what was because immediately, I realized our differences were inevitable. How utterly unavoidable our endding always was, and how naive we were to dream of forever together. Looking in your eyes, I saw a thousand ways we would’ve ended. And with sadness in my heart, I knew without a doubt we were never meant to grow together.
Knowing that alone would break me then, but now, I see it for what it is.
And I can’t fathom to realize that with you, to talk about it with you, because I can’t let our once-upon-a-time love soften.
I can’t let the same pain that crippled me, bead off your bottom lashes. I can’t let tears form where I never had seen them before.
Because once upon a time, we ended in your indifference, and I mourned not being enough. But you learning neither of us would ever be enough… I could never hurt you in that way. Breaking your heart now would shatter me, yet again.
So I keep my distance.
And I keep our memories, preserved in their perfect entirety.
And I will forever think of you fondly.
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readerswrites · 5 months
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You are my star
Meeting you, a wonderful experience. I was starstruck.
your eyes shined as bright as the stars
your smile was as warm as the sun
my star
our love was heated and warm
our love was beautiful and bright
But you're the star, and I'm the sun
never seen in the same sky at the same time
we are star-crossed lovers
I love you, you love me. But we just can't be
You were my star
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cronchy-baguette · 1 month
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When all this is over, will you stay with me? For good?
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I pine silently and quietely, in the solitiude of my own mind and privacy, work up the courage to confess until all I see him laugh with another, smiling bigger than how he smiles at me, and I figure that we are never meant to be.
I'm not the girl he hangs out with on the weekends, he barely answers my texts. But somehow i convince myself he likes me in the corner of my mind when I look into his eyes, in the way he gives me paper mice and cats, in the way he helps me study for a test and in the way he laughs when I make jokes, in the words he says under his breath when I turn away that sound so akin to love, until I see his smile when he's with someone else. What a strange feeling, to feel like he likes me back only to see him love someone else.
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Never Meant to Be And Tears at Aphelion
By Amrita Valan Never Meant to Be The sands of too many lifetimes intervene one can no longer retrace footsteps to the fatal turning point that separates those meant to be each other's courage, comfort Holiest dreams. Each other's fire and desire the wheel remorseless turns The relentless gyre rearranges forces In shapes dire. Now a natal pull of past destiny brings unbidden diamond to…
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stil-lindigo · 7 months
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the fox god.
a comic about a trickster.
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spiribia · 1 year
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legoflas · 23 days
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mipexch · 3 months
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I WAS MADE FOR YOU // YOU WERE MADE FOR ME
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dunyun-rings · 3 months
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I saw a post that said “Dragon Age discourse walked so that Baldurs Gate 3 discourse could run” and that’s absolutely false. Dragon Age discourse sprinted, foaming at the mouth, so that BG3 discourse could skip happily through a meadow
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