#the only exception

[paramored]

As I’ve grown up, I’ve felt myself, little by little, let go of the tireless need for people to see me as “good”. Indeed, everyday I learn there is no such box to fit neatly into. It’s taken a lot of hard looks in the mirror, over many seasons of adulthood… but no longer do I question my ability to lead Paramore with integrity.

[paracunt]

Hayley dropped the entire mic stand with the mic during The Only Exception but the crowd came to the rescue at The Smoothie King Center in New Orleans, Louisiana (2023) via aleonelfilm

[paramooreee]

[dykehayleywilliams]

watch this video and then look me in the eye and tell me the only exception isn't paramore's greatest song. you can't.

[myfavoritevoices]

The Only Exception in Santiago, Chile

[witchrealms]

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[moddieeee]

Decided a colour version would be better to post online anyway lol

Part one!! Soon to be more!!

[userparamore]

i've got a tight grip on reality but i can't let go of what's in front of me here / i know you're leaving in the morning when you wake up / leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream

PARAMORE / THE ONLY EXCEPTION argentina, buenos aires | march 7th ‘23

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[jinaxxo]

you are the only exception

[urbanprole]

@return-of-the-blech had asked me on a separate post to deconstruct Anarcho-Capitalism (ancap) as an ideology. The post was already ridiculously long, and he'd already ignored evidence in the thread in which he was now asking for me for a fresh argument. So I declined.

But.

I will consider engaging in this farce if he can demonstrate he's actually got capital. Possesses the means of production in some sense, even if only as a member of the petit bourgeoisie. (Like me, technically.)

I justifiably have to pretty regularly prove my leftist bonafides as a business owner and employer. I view this as no less sensible. You're an Ancap? Are you?

Do you own a business? Do you possess capital? Because if you don't, being an Ancap doesn't make you a future John Galt. It makes you a willing commodity. Labor is something people with capital typically dial up and down like a knob. You're simply agreeing to be fine when it turns down on you when you're an Ancap laborer.

So before I agree to tear your ideology into teeny tiny pieces, please confirm you qualify as an actual capitalist. I'm afraid we've found the sole place where self ID shouldn't be respected. And if you're an Ancap laborer, I don't see the point in arguing with a poor example of an ideology. I try not to argue straw men, even willing sapient ones.

[roscoe-me-and-this-fuckin-kid]

when i was younger i saw my daddy cry and curse at the wind. he broke his own heart and i watched as he tried to reassemble it. and my mama swore that she would never let herself forget. and that was the day that i promised i would never sing of love if it does not exist. but darling, you are the only exception. you are the only exception. you are the only exception. you are the only exception. maybe i know somewhere deep in my soul that love never lasts. and we've got to find other ways to make it alone or keep a straight face. and i've always lived like this, keeping a comfortable distance. and up until now, i had sworn to myself that i'm content with loneliness. because none of it was ever worth the risk, well, you are the only exception. you are the only exception. you are the only exception. you are the only exception. i've got a tight grip on reality but i can't let go of what's in front of me here. i know you're leaving in the morning when you wake up, leave me with some kind of proof it's not a dream. you are the only exception. you are the only exception. you are the only exception. you are the only exception. you are the only exception. you are the only exception. you are the only exception. you are the only exception. and i'm on my way to believing. and i'm on my way to believing

[thehopelessexception]

is it just me?

i've been observing a tendency surrounding women —mostly between 20 and 26— where we can't find anything close to love (from men). women are not dating, nor living a normal life, developing a femcel-like point of view. and im saying this because i want to be loved just like anyone else, but are we the problem? or is there something wrong with boys? i mean, ofc there's something wrong with boys; but every year pass by and every time is harder and harder to find someone willing to put the effort to make you feel loved and understood. was it like this 50 years ago? 100 years ago? i am very much aware that our mothers and grandmothers suffered in the world they lived in, generally with sexist husbands and mandatory tradwife lifestyle. but i am also sure that there was some exceptions, way too many more than today.

and we tend to romanticize the past, probably there's something to do with our generation. nor millennials or gen z, the ones in the middle. the girls who grew up with enough technology but not so much. the ones that went crazy over boybands and fanfiction and hung up posters in our walls. the ones that went crazy in 2018-2020 with deranged feminism just to realise, later on, nobody really cared and it maybe was a little over the top. the ones that filled our beds with stuffed animals repeatedly every time we woke up just to throw them on the floor at night so we could sleep. the girls who spent their teenage years on tumblr writing code (before men took that away from us) and making playlists of marina lana and the 1975 so everyone on the internet could see how cool we wanted to look like. probably the ones that suffered some kind of bullying in highschool or some health problem related to how we didn't fit in or how bad we looked at ourselves in the mirror (yk what i mean). we weren't the cool kids in real life or it was just me?

now i'm observing how hard it is to adapt that teenager to adult years. and maybe it's me but i don't feel like an adult. i am a tiny ball of anxiety. i suffer too much stress. i am trying to finish my degree but i don't know if im worthy of anything because i dont have money, and i don't have time to work and study at the same time because i spend too many time thinking about it and feeling a fraud and a failure.

i don't know how to talk to boys either —nor girls, in that way—. and until some days ago i was quite sure i was willing and capable of spending my whole life alone. i've given up to anything because i felt it imposible to be loved. but lately my mind goes up and down with that scene of jo monologue in little women by gretta gerwig. and it also goes with the hot priest monologue of fleabag. and today i rewatched the classic he's just not that into you. are we condemned to be the tedious rule? am i?

i've seen all of my girlfriends suffering the same mysery. and i've seen the extremes. women giving up the love they deserve —because they accepted the fate of being the rule— by dating a jerk just because they are afraid of loneliness. and i've also seen women giving up everything else just because they are not willing to give up love. those are us. hopeless romantics who watched way too many romantic comedies and somehow still expect to find someone willing to die for us just like dicaprio in romeo + juliet. —or at least a patrick verona—.

what i've never seen was actual love. all the couples i met... they don't look happy. they don't look in love. they don't look like they enjoy their own company even. they look exactly like a picture of instagram. they exist just to make us feel miserable even when it's obvious they are not gonna last. i've seen couples of what? 7 years? gone. broken up. they grew tired of each other and of course they never looked like they had anything close to sparkles in their eyes. chemistry? none. and maybe it is my anxiety speaking but i don't want that. i refuse to have that. i want all or nothing. i want always and forever. i want everyone to look at us and think "if i don't have that i'll kms". i want family —even tho im not sure i want to get pregnant, what am i a childbride?—. i don't want to change anything to fit in with the standards of a boy. i want marriage even tho im not sure i want to be legally married. i want the posibility, the future. i want the emotions surpassing myself. i want to not know me anymore and then knowing me again. i want to doubt myself. i want my heart beating so fast i could kill someone for them. i want to believe god exists. i want to laugh of happiness without they making a joke. i want my sundays to not be deppresing because i can hang out with the love of my life and have fun. i want to be the "and yet" of someone willingly enough to fall for me every single day even if i am kinda insane all the time. i want someone who cares. someone who fantasizes with spending the rest of their lives with me and is going to put the effort to get to know every single thing about me and stay because he's blown away. and aparently that's setting the bar "too high" because we are the rule and not the exception.

people always assume that by being a romantic i expect flowers every day and cheesy comments about how beautiful i look; and that would actually make me want to puke because i can do that myself. i am confortable with myself, i like myself, i love myself, i have the ego. i am not really asking for that much i just want someone to love me with every single thing that's probably wrong with me. what i want is someone curious and smart. someone who pays enough attention or wants to. i want the chemistry off the roof.

and contrary to anyone's beliefs the bar is too low about everything else. every single girl probably wants the same thing. is it that hard for men to understand that women want to feel loved?

lately —worldwide— it's all a competition of genres as if humanity doesn't need us to interact to survive. it's a loop that opened up in 2013? with the tumblr-4chan gate and right now got translated to the real world because pick-mes are back and being a man is cool. and suddenly that's how nature works!! because apparently women are boring and just a hole. maybe they all need to go all alexander the great. but it's getting boring. and we as women deserve love as much as respect.

[emowithcuff3djeans]

The Only Exception // Paramore

[paramooreee]

PARAMORE Paramore • The Eras Tour • Glendale, Arizona • 2023

[sarcasmandships]

Brand New Eyes is the third studio album by American rock band Paramore, released on September 29, 2009.

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The Only Exception

Part II

[dclovesdanny]

Dcxdp

Song: The only exception by Paramore and Anger Management (My own)

Jazz spent her whole life trying to take care of her brother. She knew her parents weren’t going to be there, and she was determined to be there for Danny. So, when she was off to college, she had no idea what to do with herself outside of class. She made a few friends, but pushed away close relationships. She wasn’t going to let anyone else too close.

Then, she met Jason Todd, another member of her Classic Literature class, and she knew she was in trouble.

Jason Todd was everything she had ever wanted in a partner. He was kind, thoughtful, and despite his bad boy mystique, he was a total nerd. He loved discussing things with her, and he took her to dinner so many times, yet he never diminished her accomplishments. He didn’t care she was the Fenton’s daughter, or Danny’s sister, or the smart one. To him, she was just Jazz.

Slowly against her will, she started falling for him. Thrown in turmoil about her emotions, she tried to push them down, but eventually one day during a study session(date), she kissed him.

She tensed after she realized. So scared he would push her away. Then, his hand met her face. He cupped her cheek gently, and pulled her in.

Maybe, just once, she could allow herself to believe in love.