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I’m so sad ... Liam Gallagher solo please save me

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liam + details ↳ oasis at the white room

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genuinely thought Ringo was Irish as well this whole time

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when they played Letterkenny, you could buy your ticket in Irish Pounds (if buying in Co. Donegal) or Sterling (in Derry and Strabane)

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‘I wish the Brighton Bombing had been successful’ absolutely insane thing to say directly before visiting ANTRIM. in 1984.

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pulling out the ‘we <3 the IRA’ line a few scant weeks before they were to play Belfast. in the EIGHTIES. classic Morrissey.

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the set-list from when the Smiths played my hometown in November 1984

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if there’s reincarnation I just hope I’ve done enough to earn a warm fucking house (or climate) in the next life. can I trade in any moksha I’ve attained for environmental temperature points. which dvīpa gets the best weather. question is urgent

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I forgot how bitterly cold this house is. especially my bedroom, it’s furthest from the fire. I’m shivering so bad … going to try to go to sleep asap if it means I don’t have to be consciously experiencing this

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I love my friend so much fdhf I was describing the last week of December as the real (if temporary) end of history (no events), and as soon as the words ‘Francis Fukuyama’ were out of my mouth, she goes I LOVE HIM (?!) and proceeds to take the absolute ever-living piss out of him with great accuracy and verbosity for like a full ten minutes. a glorious masterclass in the fine art of slagging.

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today really started going downhill when I found a dead rat in my hiking shoes. like oh, of course. this fucking family. and the rot. what is this, Succession for broke people????? give me a fucking break.

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I need not to be reading Walt Whitman approx. an hour after my parents telling me I’m going to die alone and lonely and unloved because I’m just so hateable. but whatever

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OASIS 😭

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Do not remain down there so ashamed, herbage of my breast!

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