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Mgmt, “mother nature”

I can’t decide which is more perfect: The Roblox-looking video Or the “I fell in love to that song” summertime perfection of the tune itself? (Which seems to be about starting over/turning a life page, appropriate for a band that hasn’t released an album in six years) On auto-repeat in my head rn 🎶

@coreydubrowa

Jul 8, 2024

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“There is a time —”

“There is a time for us to wander; when time is young, and so are we.” I got into this song and similar folk classics at the beginning of last year When I was going through what felt like a large emotional change in my life. I think folk and bluegrass brings out a lot in me that I haven’t explored yet, but would truly like to, and this is a beautiful rendition of the 1964 song by The Dillards. “The path is new, the world is free…”

@thistleleaves

Jan 6, 2025

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a day, a song

you gotta see the artistry in tearing the place apart with me, baby i love this song, it makes me happy and at the same time a bit sad idk how to explain it but i always feel kind of nostalgic when listening to it (if you're interested, The Orion Experience made a very upbeat cover and it's very fun!!)

@alb

Jan 29, 2025

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Portrait of a lady on fire is my religion

what the hell did they put in this movie? I need it desperately. I need it like an everything bagel with veggie cream cheese on a Sunday morning. I need it like water in my lungs. I need it like I need Age of Consent to play directly following Love Will Tear Us Apart on the dance floor. I need it like two beers to overcome my social anxiety. I need it like the woman I met at that house party last week to text back so we can go out and dance and talk about books again because I long to hear her opinion on literally anything. Safe to say, I need this movie bad. A day on this earth doesn’t pass where I don’t think about this piece of film. The longing. The tension. The colors. The music. The sea. It has it all. I need to be at the sea. You know how they used to send women to the sea for treatment for “hysteria”, like in The Bell Jar or Ammonite or this film. I need that but less in the patriarchal and misogynistic way, but more in like a “I really need to just be close to a body of water for a prolonged period of time and ponder things”. Every time I see the number 28 I think of this film. Every time I look at a classical painting. Every time I hear a French word spoken I am convinced I need to acquire the language so I can grasp this in its true essence. My therapist told me that I am centered around longing, this has always been true, this movie has only amplified that. The lovers path or the poets path which shall I take? I don’t fucking know as long as I can experience a connection half as deep as this. Go watch this movie.

@bills

Aug 2, 2024

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london fog a day keeps the doctor away

been on my uncle iroh shit lately, london fog every morning, inquire below for my sage wisdom

@bills

Feb 12, 2025

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~on waiting~

--from my latest substack post-- ordering coffee, again. i’ll grab this one. of course; it’s no problem. oat? soy? neither? okay, no milk, right. it’s a thursday, you don’t put milk in your coffee on thursdays, i remember. you told me that last autumn for the first time. at the shop on the corner of streets running north and south and east and west the location as ambiguous as you were to me. i held onto your words like candlelight, which is to mean, i felt myself grasping at the wick of your thoughts as they released. hold onto it slowly, i did, each tendril of smoke had meaning, for you have never said things that did not matter. i’ve always held the space to gather up all your meaning, to keep attempting to collect the strands of everything that encapsulates you. the long strings of yarn strung together in loose cadence; but i can keep the rhythm, and i can keep the pace, and i can hold the room for all of it, i’ll hold the threads in my palm and i’ll grasp it with certainty. because it is without effort, there is no weight, or burden, or distraught, to be the one to hold that which you carry; it is not beyond my strength to hold all of you. for to love was to bear it all, or at least that’s what i read, but isn’t that how it feels? to be seen, to be understood, is to recognize that any quirk fear inability lack thereof is not a withholding nor weakness nor failing it is the space between us the location in the strings where we meet in the middle the threaded spiderweb of life has bound us this way no, not doomed; no, not ill-fated. for you are the red string connected to my wrist the one that has lead me to you the universal pull to unravel the thread so that i may reach you even though you exist outside of my grasp as i see it now all i ever needed was your hand pressed against mine i want to feel myself expanding and compressing underneath the weight of your eyes soft winding and slow crackling do we fall deeper the string twisting and tying and threading and then loosening unraveling the yarn crocheted and knitted do we find ourself loose ends and damaged strands have we come together to make whole the both of us i’ll order the same coffee every thursday i’ll walk you home from the station i’ll make the pasta that way you like it and i’ll keep writing these letters so that one day you’ll read them i’ll press them with the flowers of your tomorrow scented with the bloom of longing sealed with the certainty of promise the promise that i’ll keep collecting and saving the things you’d like the letters the movies the albums the trinkets the odds the ends the things yet to be discovered and the things you’ll have to show me i’m just a scrapbook of all the things i’ve loved before a capsule of intricacy i’ll keep the light on outside i’ll wait on the porch i’ll keep the fire warm i’ll know when you’re here and you’ll know it’s me for the strings will connect, the yarn unraveled, the lines no longer crossing but joining. and if it’s a thursday, a plain coffee, no milk just so there isn’t any lack of a sign. #poetry #letters #substack

@bills

Dec 5, 2024

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