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More country music should sound like this

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best edit so far...

credits to @or9cle

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hole.

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she's a force of nature.

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Cillian (with actress Lynn Larkin) at his DJ gig at the Workman’s Club in Dublin, Nov 2011.

he’s a cool DJ! Really talented man!

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I miss Courtney's rant on IG and Twitter. 🥺

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you aren't "faking it till you make it".

if there is one misconception that has become a false widespread belief in this community — and i blame the law of attraction community, yes, every single one of you — it’s the saying "fake it till you make it".

no, you are indeed NOT "faking it". now, how do we manifest? by living in our imagination. by accepting the thoughts we would have if we already had our desires. by committing ourselves to our imaginative reality rather than fixating on what has to be changed in our physical reality as whatever happens within, will happen without.

your imagination isn't "fake".

accepting the wish fulfilled, meaning, knowing that you have your desire and can now live in the end, is very real. it’s not "fake". actually, calling your imagination "fake" is probably the worst and the most disrespectful thing you could say to yourself (and to neville as well, i suppose).

your mind, your imagination, your awareness, your consciousness, your 4D — call it whatever you want — that’s where life begins and ends. and it is all within you. you create, end, change, better and worsen life. you have all the power, all the influence in this world… your mind is probably the "realest" place in this world. that’s your source of life. your origin of all physical things. what you have not imagined before, will not be displayed in your outer world!

if you feel like you are faking it aka faking to have your desires — then you are also faking to believe in the law, faking to trust yourself and faking to know that manifesting is real. you fail to realise how powerful you actually are.

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A Lyric Analysis of champagne problems by Taylor Swift

You booked the night train for a reason So you could sit there in this hurt Bustling crowds or silent sleepers You’re not sure which is worse

is it worse to be on a night train to sit and wallow in your thoughts or is it worse to not be able to think with the bustle of people around you when you wish the world would just slow down for a moment and you could clearly think?

Because I dropped your hand while dancing Left you out there standing Crestfallen on the landing Champagne problems

I was the one to let you go, the one to leave you stranded and leading for no-one to follow. 

Your mom’s ring in your pocket My picture in your wallet Your heart was glass, I dropped it Champagne problems

quite obviously a proposal that was not accepted, but one that was meaningful enough to warrant a family heirloom. the desire to have this individual as family. also, lyrics for shattering one’s heart via breaking glass is gorgeous. 

You told your family for a reason You couldn’t keep it in Your sister splashed out on the bottle Now no one’s celebrating

told your family in excitement in advance and in hope that the proposal would be accepted. or did you tell your family after in disappointment and sadness. was there anger? sister is distraught and everyone exists in a state of discomfort and melancholy.

Dom Pérignon, you brought it No crowd of friends applauded Your hometown skeptics called it Champagne problems

this has AMAZING theories. did the skeptics call it champagne problems or did the skeptics call “it” as in they called the fact that she would say no? also, this is a champagne problem in the sense that, when compared to other issues, it is quite trivial, but it also is literally a champagne problem as he now has champagne to celebrate an engagement that never came to be.

You had a speech, you’re speechless Love slipped beyond your reaches And I couldn’t give a reason Champagne problems

this just hits my heart. the fact that she couldn’t give a reason causes me so much pain for her and for him (or them). one is distraught as the proposal was not accepted and there was just no reason and the other simply can’t put her finger on why she was compelled to say no, but knows its not right.

Your Midas touch on the Chevy door November flush and your flannel cure “This dorm was once a madhouse” I made a joke, “Well, it’s made for me”

here comes the bridge of the century. touch that turns things to gold. did he turn the old chevy into something golden and magical? did he have a magic touch that fixed the chevy? does he just turn everything to gold? November flush of cold and your flannel jacket that cures my cold is lyrical genius, Taylor. explaining that you are mad or fit in a madhouse could be comical or ironic. is she saying she is mad or crazy or simply scattered and filled with life? or is she saying that others prescribe her as mad in the way that madness and hysteria is prescribed to women as a way of containing them and labelling their “craziness” as an illness?

How evergreen, our group of friends Don’t think we’ll say that word again And soon they’ll have the nerve to deck the halls That we once walked through

this one plagues my thoughts constantly. what word are we not saying again? the word “evergreen”? are they dying out and crumbling? the word “our”? are they no longer our friends as after this heart wrenching moment we no longer have friendships that belong to both of us? co-owned or co-dependent or any other thing belonging to both are severed? or “group”? as in a nod to the pandemic like in mirrorball where she speaks of the state of existence of now where we cannot be together or experience group gatherings? and the nerve to deck the halls that we once walked through is so clever. to get the holiday song in here and twist it to a sadder and dampened meaning of wistful longing and anger and memories of past co-habitation is so intelligent.

One for the money, two for the show I never was ready, so I watch you go Sometimes you just don’t know the answer ‘Til someone’s on their knees and asks you

they just weren’t on the same page. she wasn’t ready for the same life path or the same steps and so she watched them walk away. sometimes you just don’t know how you will react until the time comes; until you are in the moment and it feels right or wrong for whatever reason.

“She would’ve made such a lovely bride What a shame she’s fucked in the head, ” they said But you’ll find the real thing instead She’ll patch up your tapestry that I shred

who is they? the skeptics? the family? the group of friends? im very curious. this is also very interesting to see as one would say this to support a friend, but being on the receiving end is a different story. the new girl will patch up the parts of your life that I stole from you; that I ripped from you when I took your time and love and life for x number of years. soon you will find the real thing that I could not be.

And hold your hand while dancing Never leave you standing Crestfallen on the landing With champagne problems

Your mom’s ring in your pocket Her picture in your wallet You won’t remember all my Champagne problems

you will get a re-do of your perfect moment and have it changed. your life will be back on the track you planned and all of this will seem like a champagne problem.

You won’t remember all my Champagne problems

you won’t remember me and my small issues and inability to be in your life. the hangups and fuck ups and problems that seem trivial to you. you can re-do your life and I will be stuck in this moment as the one who just wasn’t ready and was left in the dust. but you won’t remember that. it was just a champagne problem.

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skinny little bitch staring at the mirror...

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and the sky was made of amethyst...

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Courtney Love, 1995

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"Mother has arrived."

- Ariana Grande