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the ways musicians have to promote themselves on Tiktok/reels is a humiliation ritual and i want more for us

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my boyfriend’s still coming to my degree show even though his knee is broken i’m gonna cry

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spotted on my way to the laundrette

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lou reed of the velvet underground, 1974.

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A Lost Highway (1997) promo lighter from the personal collection of David Lynch.

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I finally have enough material written for my degree show!! and it only took me until 5 nights before the show itself. gonna be non-stop rehearsing for the next few days, memorising all the lyrics and perfecting the finishing touches.

still absolutely terrified for my final performance but I am so so relieved to at least have my full setlist finalised.

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was genuinely considering taking like £40 out of my savings account to get a pair of cowboy boots i found on vinted earlier but decided against it. just now, my housemate came home and gave me these out of the blue. the universe is shining on me

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walking for an hour is a such factory reset for when you want to kill yourself shoes on coat on hands in your pockets and keep it moving playa

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The Velvet Underground playing for the American Society of Clinical Psychiatrists, 1965

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what u doin on my doorstep

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I think I might be cursed. Or at least my degree show is cursed. I wrote a song about my grandma for it and then she died a month later. Wrote a song about my boyfriend for it and he fell off a wall and shattered his knee cap a few days later. I am never ever ever writing a song about my mother. Can’t risk that.

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“Grief”

by Oscar Gustav Rejlander, 1864

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fucked up how expensive food is in hospitals. why did i just spend £8 on a singular bagel. i’m literally stuck here i have no choice