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my first post on here in 1,230 days days and the last one was a joke about me unstanning,, chaotic post to start an indefinite hiatus on. I know this community is a graveyard but I truly feel strongly about sharing Marcus’s new song, I feel it is really talking about things that are difficult and it makes my throat close up thinking about. I don’t have an eloquent way of explaining it but it was very much a surprise to listen to and the lyrics really leave me with a lot to think about. 

Mostly I’m glad Marcus trusts his audience to share something so personal and private, and that in some tiny way sharing it helps people and brings him some peace. The band always sang “you are not alone in this,” and it truly breaks my heart that Marcus had to carry that so close to his chest all these years, likely very alone. 

I wish him the complete best and wish he knew how important his work is to so many of us all around the world. I’ve made some great friends because of his band and his art and was just talking to K today about how his music was life-saving in high school. I used to put my Babel cd on eating breakfast, and then, hours later after school and swim practice and/or play rehearsals I’d sit in my kitchen in the dark, hair dripping, eating dinner and listening to Babel. When my aunt died I listened to their music and wept, I was comforted, I felt seen. I remember listening to Thistle and Weeds and Dust Bowl Dance after reading Grapes of Wrath and being so amazed how the songs came to life in completely  ne, vivid ways for me. How completely heard and at peace I felt stepping foot into a stopover at 2015 to see my favorite band with other like-minded people, it became the basis for my college admissions essay that helped me get into many schools, that intersection of community and music that made me feel like flying. I picked up countless books, new favorite bands, song recommendations, and the guitar because of his band. I had people- ever far away and foreign to me- who I felt understood me, whose voices calmed me in times of need. 

I guess I’m just saying that hearing what Marcus went through utterly breaks my heart, and for what its worth in many ways his music saved my life and I wish I could thank him. To say what happened was horrible but I am here because you stayed here and relating to your pain has helped me with mine, and that you aren’t alone in this. I guess it sounds cheesy. It’s so difficult being vulnerable and honest and earnest with people but hearing Marcus have the strength to do so is encouraging. I truly hope this new album helps people dealing with trauma. 

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So proud of Marcus for sharing this intensely honest, vulnerable song. I can’t imagine carrying this for so long, but witnessing his bravery over the years in spite of this has truly been breathtaking. 

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Marcus forgot about mumtown, I’m unstanning

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y’all tell me how I was at the radio station today & radio boy shows up with his girlfriend and they both sit right next to me at this table and are just all buddy-buddy with me and the head of the station comes by & is like “quit bugging Jill,” and they were like-Jill is my name- they were like “no Jill is our friend!!”

And all this nonsense and I don’t remember specifically but the head honcho (who’s super chill and too nice to me) asked them why they were still together or something teasingly and radio boy says “we’re doing it for Jill. She’s the glue that’s keeping us together,” and the head guy gives me such a knowing look over their shoulders, it was like tea! That statement makes me want to end it all! And he knew it! anyway I thought I was funny that this 50+ year old can just tell and like I don’t even really like radio boy and I’m trying to not be embarrassed that apparently it clearly comes across that way to onlookers but haha! It was kinda funny

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Marcus Mumford in the distance: Innit

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Marcus is such a spazz... i miss him

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now he’s listening to Kanye... I hate men. I’m just trying to read poetry in peace!!

ugh there’s someone on the other side of my desk in the quiet floor of the library listening to Red Hot Chilli Peppers so loud it’s bleeding out of their headphones and I can make out the words, and they’re simultaneously loading cutting pieces of paper?? I’m about to call the police

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ugh there’s someone on the other side of my desk in the quiet floor of the library listening to Red Hot Chilli Peppers so loud it’s bleeding out of their headphones and I can make out the words, and they’re simultaneously loading cutting pieces of paper?? I’m about to call the police

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they played a new dawes song at the show i had to sell my tickets for,,, i’m gonna SCREAMMMM

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marcus just posted an airpod meme on the band’s insta and honestly

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Can’t believe Bram Stoker once sent a 2000-word fan letter to Walt Whitman which included his exact height, weight and how much he loved his poems and wanted to be friends with him, and that Whitman wrote back saying he liked his letter and hoped they could meet some day, how cute is that

And then he finally got to meet him and Stoker said “I found him all that I had ever dreamed of, or wished for in him” HOW CUTE IS THAT

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A man in his element

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GOSHHH!!! I can’t go a week without feeling vaguely neurotypical because my brain notices right away and is all “bihhh???” And boom I started crying doing the dishes and I don’t really know why,, gotta love it!

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Dawes were right. we’re all gonna die

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Maggie is back in the studio with the guys I am... JEALOUS

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mortician: *cutting my corpse open* *finds the “Hope You’re Having A Good Day My Hard Working Mortician :-)’ note i swallowed for them just before i died* what the fuck

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when the world considers you an ugly woman it really shapes the way everyone, including women, interact with you down to even the tiniest interaction and it feels so fucking hopeless to see how people prettier than you are treated and the…the difference in behavior is often so VISIBLE it really hurts like…there’s no hope there’s no hope there’s noooo hoooope