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I'm just gagging on all the alright.
- rebeccahunter@hotmail.co.nz -



WALK by TAMI NEILSON.

Shreiking over this single solitary flame lighting the way for Kiwi country music. This is stunning I cannot rave enough about this beautiful woman!

I’ve had this song on loop for most of my morning, as well as the album it’s from, and only realized this evening that Tami Neilson is a New Zealander! Absolutely obsessed. This is easily one of the BEST songs spanning every genre I’ve heard this year. In love.

I’m just sick of ego, ego, ego. My own and everybody else’s. I’m sick of everybody that wants to get somewhere, do something distinguished and all, be somebody interesting. It’s disgusting.

(Source: delta-breezes, via southboundd)

I WENT AND GOT ALL SET UP AT DA GYM TODAY. V EXCITED TO USE A MACHINE TO CLIMB STAIRS FOREVER (AN INFINITE TASK) 
(PLZ SOMEBODY GET THIS REFERENCE BECAUSE IT WAS ALL I COULD THINK OF WHEN I SAW THE CONTRAPTION)

I WENT AND GOT ALL SET UP AT DA GYM TODAY. V EXCITED TO USE A MACHINE TO CLIMB STAIRS FOREVER (AN INFINITE TASK) 

(PLZ SOMEBODY GET THIS REFERENCE BECAUSE IT WAS ALL I COULD THINK OF WHEN I SAW THE CONTRAPTION)

y’all i’m goin to the thrift barns out in the wops tomorrow i could not be any more exciting if i tried

why don’t people understand that wretzky’s aesthetic at her peak is my aesthetic always liek…

why don’t people understand that wretzky’s aesthetic at her peak is my aesthetic always liek…

(via 90s90s90s)

TWO SHIPS by FIELD MOUSE.

I wonder if you know yet that you’ll leave me. That you are a child playing with matches and I have a paper body. You will meet a girl with a softer voice and stronger arms and she will not have violent secrets or an affection for red wine or eyes that never stay dry. You will fall into her and I’ll go back to spending Friday nights with ones who never learn my last name. I have chased off every fool who has tried to sleep beside me. You think it’s romantic to fuck the girl who writes poems about you. You think I’ll understand your sadness because I live inside my own. But I will show up at your door at 2am, wild eyed and sleepless and try and find some semblance of peace in your breastbone and you will not let me in. You will tell me to go home.

welp.

Way too into this show/song

THIS AIN’T NO PICNIC by THE MINUTEMEN.

(Source: suicidewatch)

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