This video may be really irritating, but I woke up this morning with majorly scraped knees and dried blood caked on my eyebrow, and no idea what happened. So, irritating but apropos.
May also still be drunk just FYI.
I seriously can’t get over this album, and the closing part of this song omgggg
I wish I could say this was a story about how I got on the bus a boy and got off a man, more cynical, hardened, and mature and shit. But that’s not true. The truth is I got on the bus a boy and I never got off the bus. I still haven’t.
summer camp + doomed adolescent romances = everything I ever wanted out of life HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO NOT LOVE THIS.
sade:
Childish Gambino - Heartbeat
“I’m a jerk, but your dude is a real dick. I see his posts on your wall and I feel sick.”
When Donald’s good, he’s pretty fucking good.
I mean, let me be clear when I say I want to have sex with this song.
finally listening to this and omggggg
Well this is just the greatest thing to happen to the internet.
Type in a band or artist’s name, and it generates a drink to accompany the band. Most of my current favorites would lead me to drink cheap beer or whiskey mixed with just about anything, but my favorite discovery so far is Taking Back Sunday:
- 1 oz tears
- 1 oz coffee
- Combine in highball glass and serve. Stir vigorously.
I love that my little brother chose to enter Taking Back Sunday.
Some more of my current favorites:
Ryan Adams: 2 oz whiskey, 2 oz iced tea, 2 oz Worcestershire sauce
Brand New: one PBR, serve cold
Metric: 8 oz vodka, on the rocks, garnish with lemon
8 ounces of vodka! I think Emily Haines would approve.
Now I really want an “I’m drinking _____. What should I be listening to?”
(but seriously: I’m having way too much fun with this)
ughhh @ frame 6
Can’t decide whether they say that love is hell, but I’ve been laughin’ ever since I fell or faith can keep you warm, but I’ll teach you how to shake is my favorite line. Either way: dancing to a happy Ryan Adams song will help you to forget all your problems.
Metric + Dylan = musical bliss. I gave her my heart, but she wanted my soul
I’M BACK.
For now, at least. Let’s be fashionably retro, yet approachably appropriate, by following up my previous post of a track from The Decemberists’ then-recent 2009 release with “Sixteen Military Wives,” from their 2005 album “Picaresque.”
(Shit, there weren’t tags last time I posted here … I think)
