pausing mid thrust to open tumblr.com to delete the celibacy gif I reblogged 2 weeks ago
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rose tyler visiting home wearing tshirts from artists and tours that havent happened yet or tv shows that dont exist yet and everyone thinking she just has weird obscure music taste and is rly weird. its 2006 rose tyler walking down the street and everyone who glances at her shirt is thinking ‘who in the fuck is olivia rodrigo and where did this girl get a 2024 tour shirt’
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I feel like if Jon had snapchat, his story would be completely unhinged. Like his story would be a picture of a cat and then a video of him running from the cops. A picture of his tea and a statement, then a picture of a dead body in an abandoned house. Just some really weird shit.
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Late at the 24 hour bagel spot on Brick Lane
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malala: One of my favorite memories from Swat Valley is a field trip I took in middle school with my best friend, Moniba (second photo, on the left). Giggling, we went to a waterfall hidden away in a lush green mountain. We were so excited because we were finally allowed to go to school again and could be outdoors with our friends laughing and singing together.
Having lived through a time where music and art were banned, music felt like a gift. Moniba and I found the highest rock we could, climbed on top of it and announced to all of our classmates and teachers we were going to perform our new favourite song called LOVE STORY. We sang with all of our heart, taking in the joy we felt every second. That's where my Swiftie journey began. It feels magical that my first-ever proper concert would be to see @TaylorSwift, singing along to every song surrounded by friends.
Three years ago, the Taliban regained power in Afghanistan. Once again, music no longer plays on the streets, and girls and women are barred from school, work and public life. In Swat, music made my friends and me feel confident and free. And one day I hope we will live in a world where every girl will be able to enjoy music and live out her wildest dreams. 💖
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There’s something soooooooooooooo beautiful in the way she sings, “And I'm just. getting. color. back. into. my. face, I'm just mad as hell 'cause I loved this place for so long.”
Like singing through it with gritted teeth, just barely starting to come out of the fog, realizing she survived (but at what cost) and it was hard-won, knowing she was dying and she had to do it, but it still hurts because she once loved the home that turned into a prison, she loved who they were in that home at one point, but she’s mad that it all blew up and she’s mad that she let herself stay in that place for long now that she has confirmation by leaving that it would have killed her. There’s exhaustion, there’s anger, there’s tenderness, there’s resignation all at the same time in her voice.
It’s such a stunning song.
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