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I'M JUST GAGGING ON ALL THE ALRIGHT.

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I'm just gagging on all the alright.

DESIRE by OUGHT.

ABOVE THE BODEGA (LOCAL BUSINESS) by TITUS ANDRONICUS.

This feels like absolute decades ago despite the fact it’s been just over a year. Living in the world’s most toxic flat full of dumb jocks and conspiracy theorists/literal tinfoil-hatters. Largely miserable and struggling to cope with a long distance...

Warming up the vocal chords after a delightful bout of a summer cold. 

Little cover of ‘Love Me Like A Man’ by my saviour, and yours, the unfuckwithable Ms Bonnie Raitt.

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Roadside posie

I can’t really listen to this song anymore. It was all I could listen to, for some reason, when my father passed earlier this year. I remember being on the plane home to Wellington to be with my ma, listening to this, and from the journey to the airport, walking to the gate for my flight, the other passengers and air hostesses, everybody I saw, I just couldn’t comprehend that they couldn’t know what had happened. Every person I interacted with, it threatened to spill out of me. “My father is dead, I’ll have a coffee, no sugar, please”. The type of grief and shock so pervasive and thick that you really can’t lift your head for the weight of it. I remember this song particularly as I pressed my face to the plane window while in flight, bug-eyed in disbelief at how huge the world was, being gripped by total confusion and shock at everything. “You don’t have a father now”, kept circling around my head, like my brain was trying on some new identity for size - “you’re alone, you’re an adult, you don’t have a father now”. A shock, even though it wasn’t. And yet, the sheer, vibrant freedom of having crashed through one of the events most of us are holding our breath for since childhood. The liberation like an exhalation. I am alone. I am truly alone and free.

“I’ll see you next go around.”

AMPLIFIED MIND by GLAZER.

IT MIGHT GET DARK by WHITE DENIM.

This album/band is too good.

BLOODLESS by ANDREW BIRD.

UP & DOWN by SLOUCHER. 

This is so, so lovely.

I made the perilous decision to grab some spontaneous beers with pals last night. The first opportunity I’ve had to do so in so long. Last time, the summer had just turned enough towards it’s exit that the afternoon sunshine baked in the belief we...
I straight up fucking love my gym.
Pack up and leave everything.

BIRTHDAY by GIA MARGARET. 

Devastating.