“I was a son. A brother, like you, a younger brother, and I had an older brother who I loved. Idolized, in fact. And one day I went to him, and I begged him to stand with me. And Michael… Michael turned on me. Called me a freak, a monster. And then he beat me down, all because I was different. Because I had a mind of my own.”
CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE BASS VOCALS IN THIS SONG
Exit [Sweden, 2006]
(Source: sugardaddystoph)
When a fic is so good you have to take a break in order to roll around on your bed and flail your limbs everywhere
This actually happens
ACCURATE
Jack Dawson… Penniless artist who wins a ticket onto Titanic in 1912, attends a first class dinner, develops a taste for the finer things in life, pockets the Heart of the Ocean, survives the sinking, pawns the diamond, spends the following ten years building his wealth and in 1922 moves to West Egg as Jay Gatsby… Millionaire with a shady past and fear of swimming pools.
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i tried to write a kid’s song and oh god where did i go wrong
no really someday my kids will be like “mom sing us a lullaby” and i’ll sing this song about snails and setting churches on fire and killing homeless men and hookers and drugs and suicide
this song made my kid cry.
WHY WOULD YOU PLAY THIS FOR YOUR CHILD
I’m surprised that none of you seem to realize how bad it is that a lot of writers use this website.
We’ve seen the fandom chaos, and we know how to break you now.
You are truly, absolutely, wonderfully demented!
Oh, you have no idea.
