#when we were friends

[cowboy-like-moony]

Swifties Could you reblog this and put your five favourite albums (or just five albums that you like) that aren't by Taylor in the tags?

[mychemfan]

WWWY IS GONNA BE THE RENAISSANCE FOR MCR FANS

I'M COUNTING DOWN THE DAYS

[euryvices]

ykw gets me everytime? the change the backseat lovers went through from "when we friends" to "waiting to spill" and how the 2019 album is all kind eyes across a smoke filled bar, a young girl into the clubs and the nightlife, ignoring her ringing phone with questions of where she is. but the 2022 album is a wary woman sitting alone after the bar closes, on the pavement, about to call her dad to come pick her up. and i feel like that change explained most of what happened to me during the pandemic

[thepermanentrainpress]

Gallery: The Backseat Lovers @ Orpheum - Vancouver, BC Date: April 18, 2023 Photographed by: Zachary Vague

[letmebite-you]

The backseat lovers appreciation post

[addsspotify]

song of the day: november 21st

Olivia ~ Backseat Lovers

[insideyourimagination]

oh honey, change your mind

[jonny-b-meowborn]

Dude I miss the feeling of being in love. Like no one ever loved me back and I've never been in a relationship, so I can't miss that, and while I'd love to date someone, I just really miss the feeling of having a crush on someone

[poprocklyrics]

Take my love And throw it all out

Watch Your Mouth, The Backseat Lovers

[mortuusflores]

the backseat lovers

[mermaidinthecity]

If you move back to Virginia just know that I'm still with ya. Always be thinking about way back when. I knew who you were kissing. What tattoo you were getting. Now I don't even know how you've been. Truth is I miss when, when we were friends. When we were friends. When we were friends. We were friends.

When We Were Friends by Alana Springsteen

[rrrabeeeeeee]

I have a friend. Yes, I have. She must be some where in the world living. We were almost five when her family moved out. I don't have any pictures or videos captured of her, like the ones other people have of their childhood bestfriends. My mother haven't recorded me on my first day of school so I could rewatch that tiny stranger I met the the first time while she was bawling her eyes out and not letting her mother leave or if our teacher recorded us singing birthday songs on the top of our lungs for each other. I don't remember how she sounded when she laughed or how weird she looked while crying but I remember, I remember her. Even now it's just her name left to be remembered because memory had always been like a foggy glass to me. I don't know what it was but I know there was something. Something I felt.

I miss her. Maybe or maybe not, but somedays I feel eighteen while enjoying tea on a Saturday evening until monday morning hits and I again want to be a five year old who is just supposed to pack her bag, go to school and meet her bestie.

I hope we meet someday in a playschool or in a coffee shop like the forgotten password that matched or like something I was searching for and found when I truly needed.

[inkskinned]

actually sometimes being neurodivergent is great bc you have a particular kind of Silly Mode that just . manifests glory. harmless fun is my precious side quest & i have a high score in whimsy. like okay if i gotta be the first dork in the dance pit it's gonna be me and this random toddler and we're gonna avril-style rock ouuuuttt

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am I the asshole for getting my best friend killed?

I swear to God, it was an accident.

My (27) BF (34) has a reputation for getting himself out of any jam you can imagine; and at first it was just a fun little thing the friend group noticed: there goes Oily J wiggling his way out of trouble again. but as the meme evolved in the group, it got to the point where we'd loykey started getting him into situations just to see how he'd get out of 'em, and he akept getting out of em. He was having fun with it too same as us. "Oh you guys," he'd say, "getting me into situations again," before laughing it off and getting out of it, so it was enrichment for our shared enclosures, and as time went on, the situations got more intense.

The trouble is, it turns out that putting a man in too many situations eventually gets the police interested. And not local hobsknockers cops either; they was like, proper three-letter FEDs. They put out a bounty on any information pertaining to his capture and everything. It was good money too so I thought, hey why don't I put J in another situation he can wiggle out of like always (and he'd wiggled outta worse before, so I thought this one'd be relatively mild), and at the next boardgame night (cause it was too late to do anything special for this one) we can buy some extra strong booze and get absolutely blitzed while having a giggle about the situation.

Boardgame night, and we were playing some social deduction nonsense or another and he says: "One of you is gonna betray me tonight." and I can't help but think, looking back on it, that he knew. It's stupid, I know he was talking about the game, but the way he said it, it was like he knew. We all felt it, and we had a big round robin round the table taking turns promising that we'd never betray him. And I said it so easily cause I thought it was true. Sure, I was gonna talk to the feds about a bounty; but, I fully expected my big beautiful oily boy to wiggle his way out of the trouble I was 'bout to cause, and that's not a betrayal. I wasn't lying. I didn't think I was lying.

My big beautiful oily boy didn't manage to wiggle his way out of it. They killed him and I got my blood money. He's gone.

He's gone and I'm devastated, crying, mourning. I loved him so much. We all did. And I can't stop thinking that it's my fault: that I'm the reason he's gone. and it is. and the guilt is eating me up inside. and I just need to talk to someone about it. So, I tell the rest of the group what happened in the group chat, hoping they'd understand that I didn't want this. I didn't want the government's blood money. It was supposed the be a prank. some joint enclosure enrichment. He was supposed to wiggle out of it like he always does... did, i mean.

They call me, among worse things, the asshole and kick me from the group chat. And, I know it's my fault he's dead: I know that. If I didn't do what I did, he wouldn't be dead right now. But, I didn't mean it for it to end up this way. He was supposed to be okay, damn it. I loved him. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[thedigitalcrates]

ALANA SPRINGSTEEN SOOTHES THE PAIN OF LOST FRIENDSHIP IN “when we were friends”

Alana Springsteen explores the singular sadness of lost friendship in her poignant new release, “when we were friends.” One of her most relatable songs to date, the vulnerable track is the latest from TWENTY SOMETHING: Figuring It Out (available July 14) – the second installment of Springsteen’s forthcoming three-part debut album TWENTY SOMETHING. Listen to “when we were friends” and check out…

[ducktracy]

there are a lot of evil people in the world and a lot of darkness in the world and so it’s very important for me to stress that now more than ever is the time to spread kindness and compassion. combat the evil by not only not partaking in it, but actively refuting it. destroy the notion that being compassionate or generous or kind to someone is uncool or embarrassing or even scary. be the change you want to see. start a chain reaction. positivity only breeds more positivity. do an act of kindness for someone so that that person who is too afraid to do it themselves can see you, realize that they’re not alone, and perhaps sheepishly follow your example. and then the next person who is too afraid but sees that person can do the same. when bad news comes out about bad people or horrible atrocities in the world it’s such an easy impulse to despair, and obviously it’s important to feel what you need to feel. grieve. be angry. be sorrowful. be empathetic. but dust off your pants and get up and be a part of a chain reaction that, no matter how small the scale, and spread compassion and love and care. all the reasons why you might not—“it’s hard! it’s scary! people will make fun of me! it’s useless because there’s too much evil!” are all grade A arguments as to why you should. you have no idea how many people you could inspire to do the same. even if it doesn’t get you anyway far, you can at least say you have the nobility of trying. please choose love and please choose life. you are worth loving and you are worth inspiring others to love