Tag: nostalgia will probably kill me

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keylimesliceoflife:

Are You Out There? – Dar Williams

Perhaps I am a miscreation
No one knows the truth; there is no future here
And you’re the DJ who speaks to my insomnia
And laughs at all I have to fear
Laughs at all I have to fear
You always play the madmen poets
Vinyl vision grungy bands
You never know who’s still awake
You never know who understands and

Are you out there?  Can you hear this?
Jimmy Olson, Johnny Memphis,
I was out here listening all the time
And though the static walls surround me
You were out there and you found me
I was out here listening all the time

Last night we drank in parking lots
And why do we drink? I guess we do it ‘cause…
And when I turned your station on
You sounded more familiar than that party was
You were more familiar than that party
It’s the first time I stayed up all night
It’s getting light; I hear the birds
I’m driving home on empty streets
I think I put my shirt on backwards

Are you out there?  Can you hear this?
Jimmy Olson , Johnny Memphis
I was out here listening all the time
And though the static walls surround me
You were out there and you found me
I was out here listening all the time

And what’s the future?  Who will choose it?
Politics of love and music
Underdogs who turn the tables
Indie versus major labels
There’s so much to see through
Like our parents do more drugs than we do
Oh….

Corporate parents, corporate towns
I know every TV set that has them lit
They preach that I should save the world
They pray that I won’t do a better job of it
Pray that I won’t do a better job
So tonight I turned your station on just so I’d be understood
Instead another voice said I was just too late
And just no good….

Calling Olson, Calling Memphis
I am calling; can you hear this?
I was out here listening all the time
And I will write this down
and then I will not be alone again, yeah
I was out here listening
Oh yeah I was out here listening
Oh yeah I am out here listening all the time

molly-ren:

lesbian-satan:

emes:

anyone else have little harems of straight men who sort of resent u but also really want u to approve of them? i don’t really have this with any women bc women are chill and know how to interact with their peers, but there’s a certain type of dude who makes me feel like I’m his cool babysitter who he loathes a little cuz she still won’t let him watch r rated movies. it’s a really funny dynamic and I feel like I know exactly what nicki means when she calls dudes her sons.

Oh my God someone finally articulated this.

I’ve been thinking about this phenomenon for months.

This has never happened to me and I am very curious to know more.

Literally my entire middle school experience.

nobodysflower:

preteen summer feelings:

  • mother worrying about the spaghetti straps on my tank top. “the wrong kind of attention.” 
  • itching in my first wired bra. semicircle lines on my ribcage.
  • the ice cream truck that only played sad songs for heartbroken girls
  • self conscious when the tilt-a-whirl seat bar squishes my soft thighs 
  • designing covers for mixed cds, heart stickers and bubble letters. 
  • laying outside on a beach towel, squinting at sunlit pages of paperback books about daring girls with freckles and scars
  • brambles in my socks and sand in my shorts
  • sneaking in the swimming pool after dark. chlorine glow under firework stars. mermaids under the moon.
  • promises to never love a boy. promises to never let them touch you.
  • sickness growing in my stomach like milkweeds reaching to my throat when the school supplies letter comes in the mail. like a spell breaking.