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justaskingtoask · 20 days ago
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Clip: Liam sings Noel's part of Let There Be Love a version from August 2004 where Liam sings the entire song source: [Maxi Gonzalez Oasis]
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justaskingtoask · 3 months ago
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oscarloserjeremystrong (2022). THEY WOULD HAVE MUCH TO DISCUSS. tumblr post.
rogersandclark (2021). they would have much to discuss. tumblr post.
westcoastsmoker (2025). phoebe bridgers is a stronger person than me.. tumblr post.
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justaskingtoask · 3 months ago
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It’s funny, in life, there are some things you need to be told before you know them, and after, it’s as though you’ve known said thing your whole life. You might look back on the time before knowing this thing and remark, “Who was I then, that did not know X?” For instance, basic shit. The classic: don’t put your hand on that hot-as-fuck stove, unless you want to leave a layer of your hand behind. Or, you can’t breathe underwater no matter how hard you try, without not breathing anymore. Or, don’t eat butter knives, Sam, just because the word “butter” happens to be in the name. The electrical socket, also probably a bad place for the butter knife. So is your wrist. So is your upper thigh. Basic shit. You can’t cram an entire gram of cocaine into your lungs without also becoming high on cocaine. Don’t look strange men in the face, unless you want them to look back. You can’t carry your body around like it’s covered in sequins, or worth shit, without making everyone uncomfortable, Sam. Don’t blame the world for how it wants to get its hands around your throat. You’re the one who showed up with a throat to begin with. You can’t wear that dress, faggot, even if you own one and it’s fly. Even if you are one, unless you want to end up dead. All this, I learned and have been unable to forget. Learning is just the brain’s neuro-pathways being beaten into a new shape by life. Once you touch a glowing hot stove, some synapse collapses in your head, and you know never to touch a glowing thing again. When the first boy I loved died, something broke. And nothing trained me how to fill that absence. It’s funny, some things you don’t need to be told before you know them. He died, and the weeping was immediate, an infection tended by white blood. I wept and everything after was different. I wonder who I was then that did not know grief; how best to make it plain. The drugs he’d taken in him, the same drugs I took in me; his body, my body. He died, and my heart started breathing water. He died, and all the knives began to rise up from my skin. Who was I then that did not know love? Language... language is a bizarre inheritance. How, when I say “faggot” in front of an audience, something inside me starts burning; a stovetop littered with skin. Something passed down, and calloused. How, when I say “love,” I wonder if it’s nothing more than the chemicals flooding my heart and brain. How, when I say love, I pray it means something more than that.
Learning to Breathe Water by sam sax (live reading)
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justaskingtoask · 3 months ago
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well .. cum <3
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This note, filed away in a scrapbook from a member of the Class of 1878, seems to date from ca. 1874:
“My god, Lucille, your left ankle is showing. Rod.”
Scrapbook Collection (AC026), Box 69
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René Magritte - Les Perfections Célestes, 1930. 
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I think you want to do what's right. Both of you.
1.07: Defiant Jazz
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She was my family too, Mark. Fuck.
DEVON SCOUT-HALE & GEMMA SCOUT SEVERANCE 2.07 - "Chikhai Bardo"
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justaskingtoask · 4 months ago
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Literally ever since I first starting watching Severance years ago I’ve always wondered. Why is always winter in this show. Why is there always snow on the ground and time never seems to pass. Well today I found out. It’s because Persephone has been underground the whole time.
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justaskingtoask · 4 months ago
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1994: Jeff Lynne, Paul McCartney, George Harrison and Ringo Starr working on "Free as A Bird"/"Real Love".
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justaskingtoask · 4 months ago
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STAND BY ME Oasis, MTV Acoustic
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The Beatles during the filming of Help! in the Bahamas | 27 February 1965 © Henry Grossman
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Joan Baez photographed by Alain Gaveau, 1960s
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Residence/Resonance, Los Angeles -- January 10th, 2023
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Interview with the Vampire Don't Be Afraid, Just Start the Tape
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