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oh your boyfriend? Yeah sorry he built a little empire out of some crazy garbage. Yeah it's called the blood of the exploited middle class or something? I dunno. Yeah, no yeah they've overcome their shyness. Yep now they're calling him "your highness," yeah, sorry. Yeah the world is screaming "kiss me, son of god." Yeah. Sorry.

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shoutout to They Might Be Giants for writing very few songs about romance and instead making music about cool, relatable stuff like being a drum-playing fake doctor/real worm, former us president James Knox Polk, a statue that makes you die, or wanting to buy a big prosthetic forehead and wear it on your real head

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the difference between the mountain goats and they might be giants is that you'll hear a tmg song that sounds like absolute nonsense and look up the lyrics and the annotations are like "oh actually this is a reference to the canterbury tales and also a metal band that existed for one month in 1996 and played three shows ever and all existing tapes of their debut album were melted down into glue 20 years ago" vs you'll hear a tmbg song that sounds like absolute nonsense and look up the lyrics and the annotations quote an interview with the johns where they're like "if you even think about interpreting this song we'll come to your house and kill you"

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Roasted chicken, ginger, daikon, shiitake mushroom soup with lime, cilantro, broccoli sprouts, and rice noodles

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H. Stratton

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Late stages of PTSD recovery is so weird because I'll be relatively fine for months and then I have one bad dream and I'm absolutely apeshit with anxiety for the next two weeks. But it's still leagues better than how things were 4 years ago when I was catatonic for 3 months. Life is wild

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I'm gonna defend it. Right or wrong, I'm gonna defend it.

Ferris Bueller's Day Off, dir. John Hughes

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Sometimes I try to explain how much this movie means to me, and. a lot of times it is brushed off as one of my many autistic hyperfixations but it goes way deeper than that.

bueller? bueller? bueller...? ✰ ferris bueller's day off (1986) dir. by john hughes

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what I love so dearly about tumblr is this: we listened to Now and Then in my Beatles class today, watched a mini documentary on it, and discussed its cultural context and the merits of its composition. and then I come home 20 minutes later click on the trending Beatles tag and the first post is how this was a mclennon love song

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what studying literature feels like

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The Beatles are my Roman Empire. The Beatles are my WWII. When men are like "I just like studying it because of the impact it had on the world, it was such a turning point for society, there's so much to think about" I'm like "yeah I totally get that, just like the Beatles.”

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ringo was singing about boys on day one and yet he did it with such confidence and masculine vigor that nobody ever clocked him as the gay beatle

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Ian Leslie thank you for being an I Know (I Know) truther:

"Beatles songs still speak to us so directly because they are vehicles for the transmission of feelings too powerful for normal speech. Mr. Lennon and Mr. McCartney were intense young men who grew up in an era before men were encouraged to speak about their feelings, either in therapy or to one another. They gained their emotional education from music, especially the music of Black artists like Smokey Robinson, Arthur Alexander and the Shirelles. Almost everything they felt — and they felt a lot — was poured into music, including their feelings about each other."

"In 'I Know (I Know),' Mr. Lennon sings, 'Today, I love you more than yesterday,' over a riff based on their last direct songwriting collaboration, 'I’ve Got a Feeling.'"

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“spotify stops tracking today so we can listen to cringe!!” free yourself from this mental prison at once

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Paul McCartney (feat. Martha) outside his home at Cavendish Avenue, February 1969.