#so i’m sorry for oversharing and shitposting but i just

[emotionaldisaster909]

oh my god I figured out how to draw without having a mental breakdown oh my god oh my god-

[whoopsalittlewhumpy]

This is basically gonna be my blog run down post bc it’s gotten to that point, but mostly it’s bc I’ve finally found some of my limits.

Warning: My bluntness under the cut along with my vague non-reasons; works mentioning s*icide (but like w/out the *. There’s a sentence stem in there too, just so you know.

So hi, I’m Elle! If you couldn’t already tell I like whump, lol. Although I have a bad habit of doing shitposts and life complaints (if that’s not for you, that’s totally cool and I won’t be offended if you block or unfollow). I really only reblog content at this point, but I might post something of mine at some point. It’s all in my notes app at the moment 🥸. I overshare, like a lot.

My favorites:

Med whump is my number 1. If you want specifics just ask 🙂. (Sorry to the anon who got vague answers I was very sleepy).

Most tropes that fall under this category are right up my alley. I gladly take recs if you’ve got them 👀.

Field medicine is way up there, along with medical care for their own good.

Hurt/comfort, extreme (I’ve really gotta be in the mood for fluff).

I prefer male characters, but I read a lot of things. It’s mostly for the vulnerability.

My not so faves:

Lady whump, but it’s for a specific reason (that your welcome to ask about). Mostly the works that overly sexualize women, they’re just not for me.

Explicit gore (art or otherwise), body mutilation, and anything along those lines

Users against minors (this also has specifics)

Hurt/no comfort (w/out continuation)

The OG box boy works. They’re a little heavy for me.

Major character death. Even if it’s after a while. I get very emotional and ugly sob if I’ve gotten too attached.

My absolute no’s

Kid fics

Pregnancy fics

Even if these are fluffy and sfw they just put me off.

Suicide (specific) fics

Cancer fics

Explicit sex scenes (for the sake of it being there)

Yeah I’m lookin at you Stephen King

Misrepresented Deaf or deaf characters

Users explicitly talking about committing suicide on their blogs multiple times (sorry but I’m going to block you, I cannot handle that). By this i mean “[person] said (......) I’m really thinking about [offing] myself now” not for me.

In fact, that gave me bad feelings just writing it. Needing help is one thing; making your entire blog about how you want to off yourself, I’m sorry, but I really can’t. Please know I care about you, but I won’t be interacting with your blog.

Not necessarily in that order, but ya know.

[yeonjuns-croptop]

Check in tag^^

tagged by @soonhoonsol thank you chey^^

why did you choose this URL?

yeonjun in a croptop was a cultural reset and i am still not over this look tbh

Do you have any sideblogs?

technically this is a sidelog but other than this i have one for all the songs chan plays on chan's room (@chans-playlist) and one (abandoned) one where you can find a ton of good omens analysis (@great-good-omens-essays-lmao) because i was very much into good omens at one point

How long have you been on tumblr?

i think early 2018 if not late 2017 not sure, this blog i've had for like half a year now

Do you have a queue tag?

no, it's all or nothing from me, either spamming or silence, no inbetween^^

Why did you start this blog in the first place?

idk anymore why i started using tumblr at first, i think for harry potter stuff and a bit of kpop

this specific one was for me to have a place to dump all my stupid thoughts haha

Why did you choose this pfp?

Why did you choose your header?

Cuz this outfit changed smth in me (and maybe also finally gave me a nct bias lmao) and i was having fun editing some things so yeah

i am thinking of changing it tho

i saw this on weverse somewhere and it just describes my life, i am going broke (me: omg i'm so broke! also me: buys yet another 30$ album)

What's you post with the most notes?

How many mutuals do you have?

It's this beautiful meme of 1 + 1 i made on a whim and it resonated apparently

closely followed by a post about germany's next topmodel, because a very famous comedian was gonna be a judge there and it was just so fucking weird

Not a lot i think? on the top of my head i can think of chey^^,@ren9510 (hallu), and @loveyourselff haha

How many followers do you have?

92 here, 126 on my chan blog and 1302 on the good omens one lmao

Following?

374

Do you make shitposts?

my whole blog are shitposts/commentary with the occasional edit thrown in

How long do you use tumblr each day?

way to fucking long this is my only social media i am here constantly

No? only thing i can think of is that time i worded smth really bad and got called out for it, but i explained myself and they deleted the post (i did panic hardcore tho like rly bad)

Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once?

How do you feel about 'you need to reblog this' posts?

Don't like them. I don't like the pressuring nature of them? like if it's a post like 'pls reblog this that'd be awesome'? no problem with those but the REBLOG THIS POST NOW posts aren't cool nope

Do you like tag games?

YES pls tag me in them i love this ('this' meaning oversharing my life haha)

Do you like ask games?

On the occasion that i reblog them absolutely let me interact with y'all

Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

idk @iiasha and @soonhoonsol both feel very big to me idk why haha y'all are great

Do you have a crush on a mutual?

Nope✌

tagging anyone who wants to do this i'm not creative i'm sorry

[ark-of-eden]

R is drunk and raving (not in the party way).

(R:) Additionally, I’m procrastinating like a fucking champion at working on fic construction, so you know the best use of my time is going off about random social media crap on the internet.

tl;dr: Putting all commentary in tags on Tumblr makes R cry and shit thousands of words into the Internet.

Every social media site inevitably develops sets of unwritten social conventions. Some of them actually make sense as being derived from meatspace etiquette and therefore you don’t really have to stress about remembering them as long as you play nice like a decent creature.

And some of them just don’t make any fucking sense that I can see. Folks on Twitter using a deliberately space-limited form of media to write a page’s worth or more in a string of 30+ rapidfire tweets? This is just how it’s done over there? (Tweetlonger exists but for some reason these massive chain-tweeters never seem to use it. Same with posting the whole thing in a long-form site like LJ/DW/Tumblr and just linking it to a tweet.)

And Tumblr has things that I literally had to put effort into learning after I migrated here, and after I learned about them I frankly decided to ignore them because I couldn’t see the point in them. Tumblr has this bizarre allergy to commentary and, likely derived from that, the practice of instead commenting by putting it all in awkward tags that render the tagging system not especially useful and are harder to get to if you’re actually interested in an individual’s thoughts about a thing and not just the twelfth instance of the same post crossing your dash in a day or two. It’s not like you can’t engage with people, because asks and messaging and such exist, but like...there’s this strong sense that it’s Terribly Ill-Mannered to weigh in with your own impressions right there, in the body of the post, typing your own words in that seductive, wide-open text box that appears all on its own when you go to reblog something. The properly-socialized Tumblrite eschews that tempting text field and instead posts weird sentence fragments in tag form (interspersed with actual tags that might serve to usefully categorize the post’s content), to the extent that some people can add on a good couple paragraphs of material down among the hashtags where others need to go looking for it on purpose if they want it. (I, at least, haven’t been able to find a plugin or something that automatically expands full tags on all posts so that I don’t have to fuck around with extra interface elements to get to them. I admit that I haven’t looked super hard, though.)

Preserving the original form of the OP’s post is a noble practice that I heartily support, but how is adding commentary a problem if you’re only adding a separate thing, not taking away or altering anything in the original...? This was already a practice/convention/code of social interaction on Tumblr when I got here, so I was never in the front row to witness this element taking shape. I suppose it must have made good sense at the time, but every time I see ten people reblogging the same post with no additions and a paragraph of tags appended to it, it’s like a splinter in my brain that has been digging into me for years now.

And I’m not hating on people who do that! I get that that’s The Way It’s Done Here and I am the deviant weirdo for continually adding comments directly onto things that I reblog. Tags are where individuality lives here, unless you’re producing your own original posts, which I guess other people are then supposed to reblog without commentary so that you have to go hunting after all the reblogs individually if you want to get an actual sense of what these people were all thinking when they reblogged your thing. It all just seems...so...WORK INTENSIVE, refusing to use site functions as they were intended??

Look, I absolutely know that my commentary is not the work of incisive genius that unfailingly adds value to every post I find worthy of my attention. We’re pretty much solid shitposting on this blog. Because I’m a little loaded at the moment and that gives me a handy excuse to run my fingers like an idiot (plus I put that readmore up there, so if your eyes are actually consuming these words, you have only yourself to blame for being here), let me run down relevant history of how we got here.

LJ was home for a good long while. Then shit got seriously messed up and Dreamwidth was created as a better LJ, so we migrated all our stuff over there. And journaling sites along those lines still feel like a native environment. I, in particular, am the most long-winded piece of shit we know and I am honestly incapable of talking about anything of worth in short form. It’s a sickness and I just sort of have to own it. :/ But that’s why journaling sites are a good place for me to live, because that’s where people go when they have the inclination to read meandering scrawls about the depths of other people’s lives or whatever.

We went to Twitter for a good while because all the cool people we knew from LJ were going there for some unfathomable reason. These people wrote things that were complex and fascinating to read, so all of them jumping ship to a place that limited them to 140-character chunks made no damn sense, but we loved those people and wanted to trust that they knew what the hell they were doing. And they probably did, and a couple of us were actually okay with Twitter, but I, being the long-winded shitpiece, spent a lot of time frustrated and kind of overstimulated.

Then things started going to hell more and more consistently for me personally (and us generally by extension, but that’s unnecessary detail). Bunkering down specifically to protect people that you care about from the fallout of your crazy is a fairly common thing for mentally-ill people to do, I think. So I’d shut up online until I felt stable enough to talk to people again. Those periods lasted a few days, then a week or more, then a month, then eventually I stopped talking entirely. I missed the LJ/DW format, but in the past I’d written about life events and things I was thinking about and such, so...at the time, all I really had to write about was the bad stuff. So LJ/DW was basically unusable as well.

I literally came here to be as shallow as I could possibly manage. Tumblr had a rapid, chaotic flow similar to Twitter, but could hold longer content like LJ/DW. We’ve never really used the site’s full functionality at any point, though. For at least a year, all we were following was the most lightweight, zero-calorie entertainment that we could find. (We actually came here for Flight Rising content, so there was a lot of that.) Being engaged with fandom in any consistent respect is an extremely recent thing.

And I’m not saying that fandom hasn’t got depth and complexity because it absolutely does and that’s one of the beautiful things about shared fan experiences. I kind of got into that sort of fandom by accident after getting here and rediscovering Transformers. But the unvoiced policy that I’ve always had here is to avoid the Too Real and dodge serious topics whenever possible. Thus, no gender theory, no neurodivergence or multiplicity, no nonhumanity, no religion or UPG, nothing with real substance behind it that bared real vulnerabilities. (Apparently this was a good move anyway because the nonhuman and multiplicity situation here on Tumblr is a bit of a clusterfuck? I honestly wouldn’t know, as I haven’t made a lot of effort to link up with those folks.) That’s still the policy. That might remain the policy forever until I reach some vaguely-defined threshold of sanity that makes me worthy of talking about those things in places and formats that other people can interact with.

And I’m sorry for all this talk about mental illness, but it’s simpler just to explain things clearly. I likely won’t go into any more detail about it on Tumblr. Or anywhere else, because I care about people even if I’ve never met them or talked to them at all and I still want to keep it all in the bunker to protect good people from the crazy. Sometimes, all you can do is just prevent the damage from spilling out into other people’s lives, and that’s the place that I usually operate from.

I’m still pretty drunk, so I’m allowed to ramble from too much truth serum, but all of that explanation was to get around to saying that the format of online communication that is most intuitive to me is the long, oversharing gut-spill of random people talking about things that are really meaningful to them - not in the sense of elaborate philosophy or artsy epistles to the cosmos, but just people being super real about things that are meaningful to them and going into lots of detail about them because gushing about things you love is great. And it’s possible to get that sort of discussion and gushing in Tumblr fandom, and I love it because it reminds me of better times, and the fact that I love it is WHY IT MAKES ME SO GODDAMN FRUSTRATED that Tumblr culture is basically stifling discussion and feedback and RESPONSE to things that people find interesting!!

Like, here’s how I see it. Unlike on LJ/DW, where you were limited to hyperlinking to a cool post in one of your own posts if you wanted your readers to go check it out, on Tumblr, if you find a super cool thing, you can pull it directly into your space and let other people experience it directly, exactly as you experienced it. But the thing is, I also subscribe to the My Blog My House concept. If I pull a thing into my “home,” I do it because there’s something homelike about it; it belongs in my home for some specific reason. I don’t take “ownership” of an item in the sense that I’m claiming it in place of its creator, but I’m taking ownership of it in the sense that it’s part of my Stuff now and it’ll get my fingerprints all over it and be blended into the general morass of Stuff that I recognize as my home. I don’t just pull random crap into my home for no reason at all.

And I just figure that other people are similar in the sense that they reblog things for distinct, unique reasons, not in the sense that they have some master plan for their blog content (some do, but it’s not necessary), but just that they have compelling reasons why they pick certain bits of content out of the larger river of their dashboard and put it in their own space for people to experience with them. I follow people based on the interesting things that they find interesting. I’m interested in why they’re interested in those things. They seem like interesting people to me because they’re interested in what they’re interested in.

But the WHY is a really important part of the equation for me. Did this person reblog that photo because they’ve been to that place themselves, because they like that kind of tree, because they reblog photos with that color scheme every Thursday? Did that person reblog that piece of art because they love that character, because they’re studying that art medium, because it reminded them of something funny they saw somewhere else? People attach their own context to things that they latch onto. It’s so freaking weird to me that people have to hide their interpretations or impressions in tags here on Tumblr, making them unimportant and optional in the process of sharing things they like with others. (Okay, people also share a lot of things they hate, but reasons for outrage are still part of the context that one adds to content.)

I WANT TO KNOW WHY YOU CARE ABOUT WHAT YOU’RE SHOWING ME. I WANT TO KNOW WHAT MAKES IT IMPORTANT TO YOU. I WANT TO KNOW WHAT IT MAKES YOU THINK AND FEEL. Even if it’s a blurb about how giant robots fuck or a cute kitten video, I NEED TO KNOW THESE THINGS.

Not in excruciating detail or with insightful analysis or even a lot of text at all. Mostly, the things that people put in tags are things that, to me, are a really crucial part of the experience of being able to go into someone’s “home” and see the Stuff that they chose to put in it. Reducing oneself to a glorified signal repeater is...okay, I guess, though it turns a Tumblr blog into a kind of faceless stream of other people’s material a lot of the time. The personal touch is what makes it all interesting. And I’m just unutterably frustrated that, somewhere along the line, it was decided that personalizing an experience by sharing one’s own impressions of it became rude enough that polite society decided that it had to be hidden away in tags. I want all of it, so I do go looking for it, but omg it requires MORE EFFORT and BURNING CALORIES and BODILY MOVEMENT and WAAAAH, you know what I mean. :P

And possibly Tumblr society is right and it’s done for a good, decent purpose and I’m being pigheaded and uncool by insisting on doing things my way without bothering to try and understand the local customs. I’m not usually that much of an asshole, but I am about this, for some reason. And I admit that my craving for those personal touches could very well spring from how utterly isolated and lonely I am, so maybe normal people really don’t need all the extra info and actually do just want mostly-impersonal streams of content. And that’s fine, since I know I’m kind of a weirdo even on my best days.

I’m pretty sure that that was all that I really wanted to say. I’m probably overreacting about the whole comments-in-tags thing. Like I said, it’s kind of an irrational irritation. Also, I need to stop before I write myself sober and no longer have an excuse for all of this. If you actually read all of that, you are an awesome, generous person and I’m pretty damn certain that I love you even though I have no idea who you are.

[cuddlingsun]

thirty questions

tagged by the ever so lovely, @jeanweasleys, I love you, dear!

Rules: Answer 30 questions and tag 20 people.

Nickname(s): bus (burd(y) sometimes, or fishy, those are new but I like them)

Gender: female

Sign: libra

Height: 163 cm or something?

Time: 19:08

Birthday: 2nd of october 1998

Favorite Bands: one direction, little mix, I can’t think of any others rn

Favorite Solo Artists: olly murs, ed sheeran, again my brain isn’t working

Song stuck in my head: at this particular moment can we dance by the vamps

Last movie I watched: I rewatched brave like a week ago

Last show I watched: the good place

When did I create this blog: I don’t remember but probably around 14/15? idk I’m too lazy to check I’m sorry

What do I post: shitposts, one direction, harry potter and just random stuff (also aestheticy things and useful things sometimes, but like, it’s just a mix of a lot of stuff)

What did I last google: “canonieke rechten” (which is apparenlty catholic church law or something)

Other blogs: none!!! I can barely keep up with this one

Do I get asks: almost never, which is sad because I love oversharing

Why did I choose this URL: I like the idea of my fav ppl being the sun & I love cuddling/the idea of cuddling so

Following: 131

Followers: 359

Average hours of sleep: I’d love to say like 7 but it’s more like 6 or 5 these days

Lucky number: probably 2??? don’t really have one

Instrument: I play a tiny bit of ukulele and a tiny bit of keyboard

What am I wearing: my (harry potter) pyjamas, a jumper, gryffindor socks & a pink blanket because cOSINESS 

Dream job: either scientist or writer?? but also IDK I USED TO KNOW BUT NOW I DONT ANYMORE DONT DO THIS TO ME

Favourite food: chocolate! 

Last book I read: fully finished would be a brief history of time by stephen hawking, currently trying to get through and last words I read out of would be “inleiding in het Nederlands recht” by verheugt (can you tell I need to study)

3 favourite fandoms: I don’t have any favourites I think cus I mix and match but probably hp/1d/ra

tag 20: I know @bothhappy--andsad loves doing these, but if anyone wants to do it too then go for it! say I tagged you I love reading these things

sorry my dudes I’m out of it today but I hope you’re all well!!! 

[thesinglesjukebox]

SAM HUNT - DRINKIN' TOO MUCH [5.33] What've we got here? Why, it's a CONTROVERSYBOMB!

Ramzi Awn: A bold experiment with a few good ideas, "Drinkin' Too Much" employs dark moments of candor to highlight a muddled mix. [5]

Olivia Rafferty: The heart and soul of country music is storytelling, which is why this track works so well. "Drinkin' Too Much" shifts the typical country subject of alcohol abuse to the context of sad man R&B, aka Drake's genre. The spoken verses contain a rawness that could only be conveyed with that style of delivery, and the lyrics themselves are so vivid. Lay this over a subtle blend of 808s and slide guitars, and you have a solid attempt to influence the direction of country music. Let the genre-mashing begin. [8]

Anthony Easton: John Prine, in a recent Rolling Stone cover story, spoke about how Dylan's Nashville Skyline broke apart country music for him (he was a folkie at the time): "Man, there's something there where their two paths crossed. My stuff belongs right in the middle." This is also in the middle: between soul and hip-hop, between the drinking and heartbreak of Nashville and the fame-wasted ennui of Kanye and Drake. But it's also at the bottom: the bottomed-out production, how Hunt trips over details, how he extends stories, how he never quite brags about his money, how his self-loathing bubbles up like swamp gas. It's the opposite of all those party songs, the opposite of Moore and Eldredge and Gilbert. It has a singular voice -- a songwriting voice, but also how he sings, a gravelly push that reinforces his production choices. It is the smartest thing he has done, and maybe the most heartfelt. [10]

Alfred Soto: I'm no country corn pone. I like electronic whooshes and the kind of manipulation of space more common on Drake or "Climax"-era Usher, but Sam Hunt can't even talk-sing without his sockless boat shoes tripping on his ill-lettered cadences. He comes off like a lunkier Chainsmoker, in the market for any hook that'll get him on the radio and laid -- two of his more admirable virtues. Find better songs, dude, and don't try so damn hard. [4]

Thomas Inskeep: This non-single posted on SoundCloud is the audio equivalent of a viral video, and like many viral videos, it's also essentially a journal entry set to music. Frankly, it's not up to snuff: this is him doing his rhyming couplets (he loves rhyming couplets) with a woozy rhythm track from Pro Tools or whatever. It also sounds a lot like a demo for Justin Bieber. Most of all, this is slightly creepy oversharing; I want a Silkwood shower after listening to it. [0]

Elisabeth Sanders: Everything about this is deeply embarrassing, and that's why I love it. While I can't pretend I like this as much as anything off Montevallo, it makes up for it with "I wish you'd let me pay your student loans," and I'd like to submit this as a great entry into a music category I'd like to call "voice-memo pathetic-wave." (The other artist in this genre is Mike Posner with his great, deeply pathetic album At Night, Alone.) The song approximates, sonically and with almost nauseating accuracy, the feeling of being just too drunk enough that the room is spinning a little, being very sad about something that might be your fault in a crowded place at 2 in the morning. BEEN THERE, SAM. [7]

Jonathan Bradley: In which Sam Hunt pens a letter to Montevallo's Courtney From Hooters On Peachtree and proves himself to not be country music's Drake, but rather its Mike Skinner. The hook is the weakest part; it doesn't resolve Hunt's thoughts but elides them. (The austere "8pm" take works better and is worth a point or two more.) There is frisson in a lyric that pushes too far past the fourth wall, threatening to combust as it reaches the event horizon -- for the non-country, non-rap examples to which "Drinkin' Too Much" draws nearest, look to emo acts like Cursive's The Ugly Organ or Say Anything's "Every Man Has a Molly." "Hope you know I'm still in love," Hunt closes, except it's a correspondence that is only intimate the way a performance is, and so his words are combustible as well as heartfelt. The sour sense that this song bears too much truth is its most compelling point but also its most repellent; Hunt is too casual in his exhibitionism. [5]

Will Adams: It feels right; we've reached the level of bleakness in our pop music that songs can now just be actual shitposts with first draft choruses tucked in. [3]

Katherine St Asaph: Did we need another country "Marvin's Room"? In every country review I keep harping on artists telling the same generic story addressed to the same imaginary sorority girl, but here's a lyric and addressee that are certainly not generic or imaginary, and I'm not sure what to think. If Sam Hunt's byline didn't scare off the traditionalists, the first vocoded note is almost deliberately scheduled to shoo away the rest (none of the subsequent vocal is so blatant), leaving a smaller audience of fans and an explicit audience of one specific, named girl. There's something inescapably creepy -- voyeuristically creepy for the listener, manipulatively creepy for the artist -- about this, this couple chords and a tirade. Most of his target demographic will hear this as romantic, but for those unfortunate enough to have been stalked, the details are so familiar as to be textbook: presenting her with his un-rebuttable imagination of her life, in which she stages the Everytime video every time she wants to cry, in which there's nowhere else in Georgia she can buy peaches, in which everything reminds her of him, or at least does now; reminding her of her debt while holding Montevallo money over her head; apologizing for boosting her profile while writing her name into a huge triumphant chorus; pondering "whether it's OK to lie" while careful to mention none of the indiscretions that got him there -- merely their consequences, which now seem unreasonable. Better to address this as fiction, then -- like most "autobiographical" songs by celebrities, somewhere between songwriting exercise and publicity stunt, because you don't cross over into pop and stay without some dating drama. What's left is slapdash: accurate-sounding candor spewed over a couple identikit country choruses, each piece well-crafted but only assemblable by a real-life happy ending. Which is the point, and the problem. [5]

Megan Harrington: Too much of my instant dislike of "Drinkin' Too Much" hinged on the preposterous way Sam Hunt apologized for (more or less) doxing his then ex-girlfriend, now fiancé Hannah Lee Fowler on his debut album Montevallo, only to turn around and close the song by singing her name. In case there were any straggler fans out there who hadn't quite put her identity together, I guess. It was incongruous in a way that grated on me until I realized that it was the perfect synecdoche for the song, one that indulges overwrought production as 40 as it was country and several different singing styles, including plain old talking. It's right there in the way he names her his first fan and then cheats on her, the way he dismisses her sisters as "matchmakers" but hopes her dad still prays for him. Real life is messy and filled with leaps forward followed by half-steps back, relationships are chaotic and confusing, and Hunt captures all of it, ending hopefully with a (sort of, he hopes) romantic pledge to win her back. And it (sort of, I think) worked? [7]

Crystal Leww: The first time I heard "Drinkin' Too Much," I did not like it. I did not like the 40-esque production, the sad sap lyrics, the way that Hunt called out his ex-girlfriend. Then I listened to the 8pm version, stripped of the production flourishes, and figured that it was just the production that was bugging me. The lyrics were sad, but they were so specific: peaches in Pelham, a hotel room in Arizona, and that devastating, heartbreaking "hope your dad still prays for me," a reminder that breakups are the deaths of families, too. I've never liked the comparisons to Drake -- Drake is someone who has clearly never been in an adult relationship with a real woman rather than a built-up image of a woman, but Montevallo and "Drinkin' Too Much" feel like they're about real adults who have genuinely loved each other and created lives together. I still like the 8pm version more, but I've come around on the full version. It's dramatic, but I appreciate the attempt to appeal to a broader audience, and it highlights that Hunt's lyricism shines through anything, even snaps and strings. [7]

Josh Langhoff: A prof used to tell us, "People who are sorry weep bitter tears." I don't buy Sam Hunt's sorrow. Nor do I buy that this song has a melody or a beat, that it has any connection to country or R&B, that this is the same Sam Hunt who did "House Party," or that picking peaches is anything but the pits. More schnapps! [3]

Katie Gill: Look, I'm sorry, I can't hate this. With the exception of that "I hope your dad still prays for me" bit, the verses are awful, not singing but the Sam Hunt Spoken Word Poetry Hour. They swing between endearingly hokey and the awful Nice Guy sort of patronizing that was the entirety of "Take Your Time." But the chorus is AMAZING. It's so silky and smooth, perfectly mixed, and Hunt shows that he has a halfway decent R&B(ish) voice. But the two never really meet. The transition between verse and chorus is awkward every time, as the buttery-smooth chorus butts up against the not very smooth speaking voice of Sam Hunt. [6]

Joshua Copperman: I keep singing this title to the tune of Twenty One Pilots' "Ride", attempting to remember what little melody this song has ("I've been drinking too much, help me..."). Until the bridge -- which would make a better chorus -- nothing is worth remembering: not the strings, not the drum machine, and especially not the single strum of guitar to signify that it's still country. What made "Marvin's Room" work was the honesty and subtextual self-loathing that Drake would spend the rest of his career distilling. This seems less stream-of-consciousness and more trying to write stream-of-consciousness, which rarely works as well and results in lines like "I wish you'd let me pay off your student loans." The dramatic piano ending makes clear Sam Hunt's lack of shame in copying Aubrey, but that just makes him sound even less authentic, even though the backstory contains more than enough drama for something genuine. [3]

Edward Okulicz: The first time I misheard the line as as "I'm sorry for making the album Montevallo," but this sketch wouldn't be a repudiation even if he were sorry for that. And it's really not that much more than a series of lyrical fragments and a chorus, but I find myself nodding along at some parts, and being frustrated at the lack of detail in others, and going to the "Personal life" details of his Wikipedia article to see the resolution. So that means it's fairly compelling for its limitations. [7]

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[ol-razzle-dazazzle]

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what do you do when you’re sad?

Honestly it depends on how sad I am… generally I try to avoid things by playing touhou or piano or going outside, but I tend to get frustrated and upset and end up hating myself. It’s hard because I can’t really? expose my tears? Without feeling really guilty talking about things? But I’m impulsive and I screw up and it just makes everything worse. So I tend to isolate myself and just cry and punch it out, typically to metal versions of SA’s soundtrack because that’s the edgiest touhou game asdfghjkl, aside from that I usually try to be overtly cheery but there’s always an underlying bitterness to it that makes it easy to detect for people close to me…

Hmm…I should be a better actor

what are some things you do when you can’t sleep?

Write, listen to shitposts like air horn remixes or just inevitably start questioning myself and hating myself and crying

what was the best (non-romantic) night you’ve had?

Honestly? I don’t know. Happiness always seems to fleet away from me like a distant memory, but I guess the night after a performance where you can barely get changed out of your dressy ensemble and end up collapsing on the bed or couch with your clothes still on and a satisfied, achieved mess.

what kind of covers do you have on your bed?

I have a yellow-beige doona with flowery vine patterns along it, I’m not a fan of yellow but my house is beige so it fits. Because of my hyperhydrosis and oily skin I can’t have more than two layers on me, and I’m lazy to make my bed so I usually never use the actual sheets unless it’s summer.

who is the last person you told a secret to?

Probably this post? I mean, I tend to overshare a bit here ahahaha~ but otherwise idk…probably my mum? Because she got angry at me because I didn’t want her to go out with my dad and I told her that I’ve never seen the two happy together and that aside from my own overanalysing ass (which was caused because i had to understand how arguing and people thought from a young age because I tried to be ‘diplomatic’) makes me think that there’s no hope in other people, and that my self-hatred will inevitably cause me to be alone for the rest of my life because hell is other people, and other people make my life and my own sense of self hell. She just said I’m just blaming other people, and that I’ll grow up to be a neurotypical straight Christian girl with two kids and a doctoring degree, yet I am the literal opposite ahahaha~ but maybe that’s true, maybe it’s all my fault and I am blaming other people for my own problems. Ah, well I have a few years hopefully under my belt to figure that out…

Ughghghg this got long and sad I’m sorry my amici