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there is too much music i need to listen to. i cannot bear it. there are so many albums and every time i find an album there is another album and then another album and then a bunch of singles and then another reddit post titled "greatest punk album of the year?" and suddenly it has 326 comments naming a bunch of punk albums i need to listen to, and of course all the comments say completely different bands, and so now i go listen to one of the albums and suddenly im going down a rabbit hole of their glorious music and i simply do not have the time to go listen to all the other 325 albums from that reddit post, and much less time to go scavenge the internet archive for 60s garage bands but if i do not find a way to listen to every single music in the world i will cry. life is hard man

guys never date a musician she won't stop writing songs about me

yeah i guess you could say im trans. transporting this MUG ROOT BEER into my MOUTH

Some furry icon my friend asked me to draw lol

(Not trying to disrespect religion in any way btw)

when you find yourself lying,

neither dead nor alive

living, denying

or lack of your try

cry not of the velvet fog

that creeps upon your mind

and do not suffer, do not pry

for pain will be all you will find.

when your life burns beneath you

the life you have not yet lived

and you find yourself alone

with the reaper, having no soul to give

cry not from lack of heart

the heart that you kept, yet never your own

for the grave that lies without your soul

will be covered in your heart of stone.

 In spite of her money

and her evening fur coat

 I did not envy her riches

nor her Brazilian wooded boat.

 I did not envy her dress

at the scarlet evening mass

 nor did I dazzle- upon her watch

and watch the hands tickle pass.

 I did not wish to be greeted

before everyone else, by the host

 nor given fine wine by paid actors

addressing me with titles, worthy of a boast!

 The glowing eyes of those waiters

who wished the be the money they served

 who wished to wear those sharp trimmed suits

instead of handing out hors d'oeuvres.

 I see the moths- the men and girls

that flutter, in dim light

 with their royal, east egg money

those rich red parties, warm summer nights.

 I see blue eyes, I see sinners

we watch them drink away.

 We do not envy their scarlet coats

nor their drunken, wasted days.

soup....shooup...schooup...soUP. SOUP.,.! soup. god i lvoe soup. man i just. dSoup. people ask me how im aroace. its cause soup exists you fucking idiot.s. youre out here being allo wasting your.e time while u could be eating soup. GOD i LOVE SOUP. man its just. so good. schhcocoleloep. slurp. soup. man i jt. how could you not love soup i dont understand

psychoanalyzing the gender/identity dichotomy between ice skating and ice hockey and coming to the more objectively correct conclusion that ice hockey is rooted in motherly feminine behavior of protecting the nest and that ice skating is about masculine peacocking of one's own physical prowess in seeking a mate

Every single person studying a language when they recognize the most basic word of the language in a text or a video