#ribs by lorde

[doloriads]

In the end, I’d do it all again. You’re my best friend.

unknown, coffeepeople on tumblr, ribs / lorde, mid90’s (2017), us against you / fredrik backman, war of the foxes / richard siken, radio silence / alice oseman, the morning star / anne carson, my friend / hayley williams

[lorde-version]

Lorde - laughing ‘til our ribs get tough

[thecoldcoffeecup]

they say "you're a little much for me, you're a liability"

[somerabbitholes]

happy ten years of ribs

[piercethejo]

Melodrama

[dreamertrilogys]

me + all my friends <i want! i want!>, walk the moon / wetsuit, the vaccines / people we meet on vacation, emily henry / portugal, walk the moon /ferris bueller’s day off / t-shirt weather, circa waves / the raven cycle, maggie stiefvater / is this it?, the greeting committee

[wilhelmsbee]

Can I please hug him!!!

[moonlitjune]

I've seen 2 edits with them to this song already but look I'm not immune to ribs by lorde!!!!!

[teaoftheoldestflower]

ribs

CW: broken bones

The hero dodged through side alleys, their heart pounding in their chest. Their lungs screamed for air.

There was around a 97% chance they were going to die.

They shot up a flight of stairs beside an apartment building, hauling themselves onto the roof from the top. They were nowhere near ready for the supervillain, but at least it would be easier higher up. They were more in their element.

The hero took a moment to lean against some chimney like brick box and catch their breath and count up their injuries. One of their arms hurt like hell, and their fingers were going numb. Probably broken. It hurt to breathe, too, so probably at least two broken ribs.

They wandered over to the edge of the building, peering down at the street. They had to admit, being splattered onto a sidewalk wasn't their idea of a nice death.

"Where. Are. They."

The hero didn't even need to turn around to know who they were speaking to: the same supervillain who had tortured them, who had killed their family. The thought ignited a new flame of rage in the hero. "Good afternoon to you too." They turned around anyway.

"What have you done with them?"

"Let's not pretend like I have any idea what you're talking about. I haven't even had my morning coffee."

"It is 6pm. And I'm sure you'd notice my best villain whether you'd had caffeine or not." The supervillain crossed the roof impossibly fast, lifting the hero off their feet by their collar. God was it annoying being 4'11 and thin.

"I have done absolutely nothing with your best villain, I assure you."

The supervillain glared at them, analysing. "Why should I believe you?"

The hero shrugged.

The supervillain stared at them for another beat until a new voice rang out. "If you believe that they could have the power to kidnap me, you're stupider than you look."

And just like that, the hero was a lump on the floor. Everything hurt, but what hurt the most wasn't the broken ribs.

It was hearing the voice of someone who had told them, who had promised them, that they would never return to this city.

Actually, maybe it was the ribs.

[do-u-really-wanna-know]

literally about to turn 10 in SEPTEMEBERRRRRR!!!!!!

[ourstaturestouchtheskies]

Hanging Scroll with Dancing Skeletons - Kawanabe Kyōsai // Ribs - Lorde

[lorde-version]

Melodrama as Midnights

[thecoldcoffeecup]

in my head i play a supercut of us

[heartwide0pen]

Ellie and Dina x ribs by Lorde

my (wip) spotify playlist of them here

[piercethejo]

[hellish-cruelty]

The Lorde of the Mood Ring.

Solar Power Tour