Now, Now – Dead Oaks (29,025 plays)

I can hear your voice on the phone when you’re up all alone because I am up too. 

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lectrice-vorace:

Sundays.

lectrice-vorace:

Sundays.

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Currently reading…

Currently reading…

loveyourchaos:

Can we just talk about my love for this woman? 

loveyourchaos:

Can we just talk about my love for this woman? 

The Weakerthans – Reconstruction Site (1,839 plays)

And throw away my misery
It never meant that much to me
It never sent a Get Well card.

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grayowlpoint:

Time and time again, Shad proves that he produces compelling recordings. Flying Colours comes at an intense political climate around the world where it’s more evident than ever that history does not remain in the past and we should not be static beings. Flying Colours is a small summary of the present and should be honoured accordingly.
Laura writes why Shad’s Flying Colours should win the Polaris Music Prize for our Polaris essay series. 

grayowlpoint:

Time and time again, Shad proves that he produces compelling recordings. Flying Colours comes at an intense political climate around the world where it’s more evident than ever that history does not remain in the past and we should not be static beings. Flying Colours is a small summary of the present and should be honoured accordingly.

Laura writes why Shad’s Flying Colours should win the Polaris Music Prize for our Polaris essay series

luvpie1997:

the summary

luvpie1997:

the summary

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thesadghostclub:

The sad ghost club’s guide to not being sad, by lizemeddings coming soon.

thesadghostclub:

The sad ghost club’s guide to not being sad, by lizemeddings coming soon.

darshanapathak:

Raise your hand if you’re straddling the line between crippling anxiety and not giving any fucks about anything

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I want a couple things I don’t know how to ask for.

I hattteeeee thiiisssss - me while clothes shopping.

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Blake Mills – Don't Tell Our Friends About Me (18 plays)

I know I fucked up, I know I fucked up,
but please, baby, don’t tell all our friends about me.