#ALSO THIS IS JUST SAD OR SAPPY SOMBER SONGS

[moonrisecoeur]

(im on break rn but)

MOOON PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE SCREAM AT ME ABOUT MUSIC IM SO NORMAL ABOUT SHARING MUSIC W PPL AND AAHHHHHHH

ive been considering giving u song recs bc IDK i love sharing music theres something so personal and full of love ab it to me

🐕

u do not understand i am so so sure that no one cares but FINE if u so insist please allow me to be annoying

deep breath in… AHHHHHHH

ellise is an artist that i have loved forever and ever and ever and ever which translates to for the past couple years and i LOVE ALL OF HER SONGS RAHHH

i love her lyrics they just connect to me so deeply. here are a collection of my favorite lyrics and songs!! all of these will be spotify links since i work for starbies and they give me spotify for free!! but pls look them up wherever you listen to music !!!

i could tell you i love you… but you wouldn't reply, wouldn't look in my eyes, wouldn't care when i cried

why would i tell you i love you?

RAHHH GHOST IS SO GOOD I LOVE HER VOCALS I LOVE THE SADNESS OF THIS SONG I LOVE HOW

we talked about a future, but now it's in the past

i don't regret the memories, but knew they wouldn't last

i know that it's not easy to give up what we had

i made myself a promise, and i’m not looking back

this song is so. ugh. love her. so sad yet so real. the realization at the end of the song is that she’s not pinky promising her ex that she doesn’t love him, it’s that she’s promising herself that she’ll leave him regardless of if she still does !! love !!

tell me it's a dead-end, you already got your flight booked

tell me over breakfast

'cause it's clear you don't care about me how you used to

this song makes me want to scream it’s so somber and resigned it’s so!! argggghhh i love it!! the way shes like ‘i know we’re done but please… it can wait until breakfast’ THIS SONG WAS ALSO OFF HER FIRST ALBUM WHICH CAME OUT ON MY BIRTHDAY so it was literallly fate.

talk to the moon from my window

she’s so cold, doesn't know

i think i might close my eyes for the last time tonight, i’ll go

look my name being moon is a coincidence BUT this was my favorite song of hers for a long while!! very very good song i love that it doesn’t stay all sad and slow the whole time!!

come wine with me, come dine with me

conspire with me, can't hide from me

kill time with me, like murder in the first degree

NO BC I WAS LISTENING TO SANDMAN AS I WAS WRITING ABOUT IT AND I WAS THINKING ABOUT WHICH SONG OFF OF OVER HER DEAD BODY I WANTED TO TALK ABOUT AND I DECIDED ON APPETITE RIGHT AS SPOTIFY STARTED PLAYING IT !!! rahh this song is hot !!

(okie so i tried to post this twice and it didn’t work LMAO it keeps failing to post and not saving anything i write up until this point so!! i’m just gonna write out everything else!!)

she ruins everything - ellise

she just released this song last night and it’s soooooo good!! pls give it a listen if literally nothing else on this list

arms length - king mala

i am so normal about this song. i am so sane.

… OF COURSE IM LYING THIS SONG MAKES ME SOB I LITERALLY CANNOT CONTROL MY EMOTIONS WHEN I LISTEN TO THIS FUCKING SONG i’m so sad. her lyricism… unmatched i fear…

spinnin - madison beer

mitski - i’m your man

this song is literally my personality my genuine favorite song of 2023 it runs through my veins i eat it for breakfast lunch and dinner

sad songs in a hotel room - joshua bassett

sand - dove cameron

cake and iced coffee - leyla blue

life was so much better back when you were mine.. :(

patient - charlie puth

i am so embarrassed that i like him and his music… but i really do…

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Wof Protagonists favorite music genres ( irl music genres, what I feel they’d listen to in real life! )

Clay - Lofi or very slow calming music he can listen to in the background, but Clay likes anything his friends like!

Tsunami - Tsunami enjoys pop rock, definitely had one of those phases with music, she thinks her music taste is very good and yells at anyone who disagrees with her

Glory - Glory enjoys very experimental or instrumental music. I also imagine she would enjoy very folk like music? Or music in other languages than english.

Starflight - He listens to video game soundtracks and classical and he brags about it. You just know he’s one of those people who listened to Meglovania and talked about how it was a musical masterpiece.

Sunny - Sunny enjoys soft calming indie music, her friends think she only likes upbeat songs but her favorites tend to be very somber and reflective.

Moonwatcher - Moonwatcher pretends to like whatever but she has a secret love for pop music, especially very “sad girl” like songs ( that is partially a joke but I think it’s funny that she would be embarrassed about it )

Winter - Very edgy music ( derogatory ) like really bad heavy metal and rock like horrible. And he would always try to convince you that you just “didn’t get the art of it”

Peril - Peril doesn’t exactly listen to music but does enjoy listening to rock music, she often listens to whatever Clay was listening to but when told she needed to make her own decisions she tried to discover music unique to her and that she would like.

Turtle - Turtle enjoys hella sappy soft romantic music, Anemone teases him for it a lot.

Qibli - Qibli will listen to anything but he enjoys Rap music or whatever is most popular at the time. He’s not very picky.

Blue - Blue enjoys wholesome soft indie music but is willing to listen to whatever is on the radio as long as it isn’t too loud.

Cricket - Cricket is most comfortable with classical music but also enjoys listening to new genres and hearing sounds she’s never heard before!

Sundew - Sundew enjoys pop rock, rock and metal music, she sits in her desolate room, no lights, heavy music, just anger!! ( /ref )

Snowfall - Snowfall has felt pressured to enjoy classical or retro music due to her family but finds herself loving very upbeat cheesy pop music.

Luna - Luna enjoys everything, she has an awesome music taste and always knows the right song to put on.

[little-diable]

Kids again - Dean Winchester (smut)

Inspired by Sam Smiths new song “kids again”. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Dean and the reader have been friends since they were toddlers, but as she leaves for college, Dean cuts all ties with her, but fate doesn’t work that way, now does it? 

Can’t believe I still avoid the East side Even though I know that you don't live there now

“Dean, stop,“ her giggles echoed through the house, running away from Dean, careful not to tumble over his toys, stumbling straight into her mom’s arms. “There you are, you little monster,“ her mom picked her up, tugging her five year old daughter against her chest, hand placed on the back of her scalp, inhaling the sweet scent of (y/n)s shampoo.

He pouted, arms hanging loosely by his side, holding onto the wooden car. „Does she already have to leave?” His wide eyes made (y/n)s mother chuckle, crouching down, grasping his little hand. “She’ll be back before you notice,“ he’d hate seeing her leave for the night, but the excitement of driving to school with (y/n) and her mom in the early morning hours filled the little boy with joy.

Lately you're the only thing on my mind And I can't stop myself on drivin' by your house

(Y/n) clung onto his arms, desperately trying to sober herself up, they had been celebrating his sixteenth birthday together, sneaking off with some booze, sitting on his roof as they kept talking about their past, their future, their hopes and dreams. “Happy Birthday Dean,“ (y/n) giggled, eyes focused on him, blinking a few times, barely noticing how he creeped closer.

Before she could move away from him, Dean had pressed his lips against hers, stealing (y/n)s first kiss. She wanted to push him away, to scold him, for taking away something so special from her, but the butterflies in her belly were enough to shut her up. “Happy Birthday indeed,“ he nibbled on her swollen lower lip, hands exploring her sides, pulling her onto his lap.

The way he sucked on her neck coaxed a moan out of her, unconsciously grinding herself against the centre of his trousers. It seemed like Dean wouldn’t only steal her first kiss that night, no, he’d also be the first to explore her body, to show her what it meant to be appreciated and loved, something he would never be able to say out loud.

Every time I hear our song it kind of hurts me still Even after all this time, I kinda miss you still I'm wondering

“Shut up,“ Dean chuckled, grasping her wrist, pulling her against his chest, swaying to Ricky Nelson’s “lonesome town”, the song they called their own. “Can’t believe that you’re truly leaving for college,“ he rasped out, chin placed on top of her head, tightly holding onto her, as if she’d vanish from his sight any moment. They were surrounded by moving boxes, standing in the middle of her room, the room they had spent too many nights to count in together, from the first day they had met, almost twelve years ago.

She hummed against his chest. „You will visit me, won’t you?” Her heart was clenching, wondering if she should truly leave him and Sammy behind. “Of course I will.“

And don't it make you sad That we'll never be kids again?

But no, Dean hadn’t visited her, seeing her leave had hurted him too much, so the older Winchester brother decided to cut all ties with her, trying to forget about the girl he had fallen in love with years ago. And as much as it did hurt, (y/n) had to accept the sober truth, not once would she mention his name, not once would she listen to her mother talk about the two Winchester boys she hadn’t seen in years. 

Somehow along the way it got easier, her heart wouldn’t break in two as she’d think about him, a small smile would tug on her lips every time she’d think about their time together, all the memories they had made. Deep down she knew that their paths would cross again, one day, perhaps rather sooner than later.

“(Y/l/n)?” She had the phone placed between her ear and her shoulder, working around in her kitchen, preparing herself some dinner. “(Y/n)?” The voice made her freeze, eyebrows furrowed together, wetting her lips ere she cleared her throat.

„Sammy?” God, how much she had missed his voice, the younger Winchester brother and her always had shared a special bond. “I need your help, (y/n).“

It took him a while to explain their profession to (y/n), the problem of Dean returning as a demon and finally finding back to his true self, confused and shaken up. “He needs you (y/n),“ Sam exhaled, praying that she’d give in and make her way towards the bunker, finally reunited with the boys she hadn’t seen in years.

On the drive there she kept wondering, if she was doing the right thing, if she should truly go there, most likely getting her heart broken once again. But the slight chance of seeing him again, after years of waiting, seemed too good to be true, she had to do it, either way.

Really wish I didn't know you so well Wouldn't be so hard to leave the past behind

Sam was waiting in front of the bunker, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, wrapping his arms around her as she walked up to him. “I missed you,“ (y/n) mumbled against his skin, tightly holding onto his shirt, admiring how much he had changed, he looked so grown up, a somber feeling washed upon her.

“You haven’t changed one bit,“ the deep voice made her shiver, letting go of Sam as she crashed into Dean’s arms. „Don‘t be an ass Winchester.“ His chuckle rumbled through him, he picked her up, twirling her around, eyes finding hers. Sam awkwardly stared at them, clearing his throat. „Uhm, I’ll leave you guys alone.“ Making his way down the road, to the nearest bar.

She followed Dean inside, shrugging off her coat, trying to find the right words, she desperately wanted to ask him, why he had vanished just like that, leaving their friendship behind, almost like it had never existed. But all her thoughts seemed to leave her as Dean pressed his lips against hers, kissing her for the first time in years. “I’m sorry,“ he mumbled against her lips, towering above her, hands placed on her hips, thumb wandering underneath her shirt, tracing her skin.

It took her a few moments to catch her breath, hands placed on his chest. „There’s a lot we should talk about.“ The words made him groan, his typical smirk tugged on his lips. „We‘ll have enough time to talk.“ ean nibbled on her neck, pulling (y/n) into his lap as he sat down on one of the kitchen chairs, he wouldn’t miss this opportunity, not after years of dreaming about and aching for her.

He had ripped her shirt over her head, lips instantly attached to her cleavage, hands undoing her trousers, fingertips teasing the outlines of her panties. “Fuck, I missed this,“ Dean rasped out, she rose from his lap, shrugging off her jeans, dropping to her knees, unzipping Deans trousers, grasping his hard lenght.

Tell me how you live without it Did somebody change your world And now you don't look back?

Dean had almost forgotten how perfectly her hands would fit around him, stroking him like she had been doing on different occasions, just before she’d leave him and Sammy behind. His head rolled back, eyes squeezed shut, lips parted, hands grasping her hair. She couldn’t take her eyes off the gorgeous man in front of her, pressed one last kiss to his tip before she moved away from him.

She found her way back onto his lap, wet folds pressed against his length. „You sure?” He groaned, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to stop himself, if he’d give in and fuck her right there and then. (Y/n) nodded her head, placing her hands on his shoulders, sinking down on his length.

(Y/n) pressed her forehead against the crook of his neck, balancing her weight on her toes, moaning his name, she had almost forgotten how big he was, deliciously stretching her. No other man had ever managed to bring that heavenly feeling upon her, every time somebody else would touch her, her mind would wander back to Dean.

“God, you’re still so tight,“ Dean growled, hips meeting hers, thrusting deeper into her heat. „Missed you,“ she whimpered, tightening her hold on his shoulders. Dean pulled her in for a kiss, tugging on her roots. „I missed you too.“

And now you don't look back Cause we'll never be kids again No, we'll never be kids again

He kept holding her gaze, lips parted, moans spilling from his lips, getting pulled back into the emotions he had kept hidden away for years. He wouldn’t be one to voice out his love for her, Dean wasn’t one for sappy shit, but oh, he’d do his best to prove his love to her for the rest of his life, not letting go of her ever again.

[onestowatch]

Oston Pens Her Coming-of-Age Story on ‘Am I Talking Too Much? [Q&A]

Photos: Dolly Ave at Lollapalooza

Rising star OSTON is no longer sitting at the kids' table. In her new EP, Am I Talking Too Much?, the singer-songwriter puts her fears, frustrations, and deepest thoughts on display. It’s a victorious display of emotion sonically paired with massive pop moments, an ethereal interlude, impressively sharp lyricism, and so much more.

Am I Talking Too Much?, which has been in the works since 2019, has forged a path through a time of tough life lessons, self-realization, and most importantly confidence. The project navigates topics such as the pressures of growing up and the universal fear of falling in love in just eight poignant tracks. Overall, the EP tells OSTON’s coming-of-age story, learning when to not take things seriously and gaining the ability to spot those who underestimate her tenacity.

We had the chance to chat with OSTON about the making of the EP, what it means to her, and an exclusive track-by-track breakdown.

Tell us about what’s different this time around, versus making your debut EP, Sitting at the Kids Table?

Am I Talking Too Much? feels astronomically different from my debut EP in so many ways. When we were making my first project, Sitting at the Kids Table, I was really focused on creating a project and getting it out into the world rather quickly. The songs were written and produced with a very fast turnaround, and because I was so new to the industry, I was more than okay with that.

After that project came out, I started really digging into my artistry. Since Am I Talking Too Much? was written over the course of two-and-a-half-ish years, I got to choose exactly which songs I felt described this second chapter of my musical life. I went through some huge life changes while writing this EP, and I think that’s very apparent in the story arch of this project.

Taking “last time pt. II” into consideration, do you feel Am I Talking Too Much? is a continuation of the topics explored in Sitting at the Kids Table or does it exist in your head as a separate entity entirely?

This EP feels like an entirely new chapter of my life, just as I hope the next generation of music I put out can serve as something completely new. This project follows me on a journey of moving away from home, shedding toxic relationships and old layers that used to hold me back, and learning not to define myself by how others view me (or at least trying not to). Other than the name “last time pt. ii,” the two songs live as their own entities, and I’m really excited for listeners to discover that.

You have some special collaborators who worked on the EP, can you tell us about your creative journey with everyone who helped this project come to life?

I was lucky enough to get to work with some of my closest friends and collaborators on this project, which is part of the reason it’s so special to me. My boyfriend, Drew, executive produced the whole project (with me staring over his shoulder the whole time). Our great friend, Nydge, came in on two of the songs (“Am I Talking Too Much?” and “Sour”) to help spice up the direction a bit. I also co-wrote a few of the songs with my friends JORDY, lixa, and Mr. Popular—who all helped bring the crazy stories inside my head to life.

What are some of your goals for 2021, if any? Or are you just taking things day by day?

2021 has been an absolutely crazy year for me so far, and I’m lucky enough to say that I’ve already reached a lot of the goals I set for myself at the beginning of the year. For starters, finishing up and releasing this EP has been an enormous box on my to-do list, so finally having it out in the world is a huge accomplishment in itself.

Last weekend, I experienced a crazy, unexpected run of shows – I opened for Omar Apollo at the Metro in Chicago for a Lollapalooza aftershow, and then stepped into the official lineup of Lollapalooza on Friday at the Lake Shore Stage. I hadn’t even imagined playing my first music festival for another year or two! Another bucket list goal of mine has been to go on a support tour with another artist, and I’ll be joining my great friend JORDY on his “Mind Games” tour in the fall!

What do you want listeners to take away from listening to Am I Talking Too Much?

If you listen to this EP and take anything with you, I hope it’s the understanding that there is always room to make mistakes, and nobody ever gets everything right the first time around. We all live through our own tragedies, and that’s what makes us the badass people that we are.

Would you mind breaking down each track on the project for us?

“Am I Talking Too Much?”

This was actually the first song we wrote for this project. At the time, I was thinking it would just be a single, but I could never get over the idea of a whole body of work called “Am I Talking Too Much?.” It just felt so fitting with who I am as a person.

The concept came from a date where I was talking with this guy, and he turned to me and said, “Wow, you sure talk a lot don’t you?” I walked away reflecting on how talking “too much” and overthinking are such big characteristics of mine. But, it’s also a part of what makes me who I am, and I realized that maybe the people who love and accept me for that are the people I really want in my life anyways.

“Hypocrite!”

“Hypocrite!” was such a fun and quick one to write that came from one day in the studio with the amazing writer/producer Mr. Popular. We started talking and joking about the stereotypical “shitty ex” that gaslights you and tries to make you think that everything they do is somehow your fault. It was particularly fun and therapeutic for me because I got to pull from multiple different relationships throughout my life to create this one sort of evil, hypocritical character as the star of the song.

“I Think You Should Leave”

Man, I love this song. It’s such a fun one! I’ve never really let myself get as pop as I did with this one. Drew and I really just aimed to have a fun time writing this one and wanted it to be as out-there as it could. I’d call this the “party anthem” of the project, telling off all the haters and mansplainers. This is the song that gets the most hate on social media, and it’s quite funny to me that the main group of people getting angry online are exactly the demographic we wrote it about.

“Lie About You”

“Lie About You” was the last song written for this project. In all reality, the song was never supposed to see the light of day. After I got the demo back, I actually really hated the song and it felt way too personal and on-the-nose with what I was going through to ever release.

I don’t know what willed me to throw the demo up on TikTok (maybe it was the fact I was visiting home, drinking wine, and feeling sappy as per usual) but the next morning I woke up to a viral video and thousands of people asking me to release the song for real. That same day I was supposed to announce “I Think You Should Leave,” but my management called me and was like “Dude, we’ve gotta finish this one and put it out like, tomorrow.” and that’s exactly what we did!

“Hurt Like___”

“Hurt Like___” came at a time when I wanted to write something really sad and emotional, even though that wasn’t how I was actually feeling in the moment. I decided to write this alternate ending for my relationship with Drew—one where I had let my fear of things going wrong take over. I wrote the story of our breakup and how I thought I would’ve felt if we ended things when I moved to LA, instead of continuing to date long-distance and then eventually move in together. I’ve actually never written a song from this point of view before, so it was pretty challenging, but so worth it.

“How To Feel Human”

JORDY, Drew and I wrote this on a little trip to Drew’s old Chicago studio in the middle of the pandemic. We all had a little pink wine (this was also the same week that we wrote “Tomorrow” for JORDY’s project, so clearly we were feeling pretty sappy) and we started reminiscing about how easy things used to be when we were younger and living at home with our parents – even though it didn’t always seem like it back then.

We realized that as you get older and move away from your upbringing, the idea of “home” starts to become less and less clear. You start to find “home” in the places you move to and the people you surround yourself with, and the childhood memories of “home” sort of start to fade into the distance. It’s a pretty somber topic, but when you surround yourself with the right people, it makes growing up a whole lot easier.

“last time pt. II”

All I’ll say about this one is that Drew and I wrote it before our very first date. It was kind of our way of saying goodbye to the people in our lives that were holding us back, and realizing what we had sitting right in front of us. This song makes me wanna cry every time I hear it.

“Sour”

Sour is my unapologetically-honest diary entry to myself. Funny enough, this record actually started out in a completely hyper-pop direction with massive synths and drums, but I couldn’t get any of the lyrics or melodies to make sense. When we went back in and stripped it down to just piano vocals, this whole story started flowing out of me. I started asking myself why I treat myself the way that I do, and similarly, why society encourages us to be so critical of ourselves and one another.

I wanted to pay tribute in this song to one of my biggest musical inspirations, which is the Melodrama album by Lorde and Jack Antonoff. The outro bit of the song deviates away from the piano/vocal vibe and shifts into a very musical, ethereal space. This is where the project starts to culminate and become blurry—I wanted this bit to feel like a conclusion to the chaos of the seven songs that came before it.

Ending the song with the words “but I gotta go” felt like the best parting gift as I left to start another chapter of my musical life.

[paperlistenswhenpeopledont]

here’s a little unrequited love poem inspired by the song “on my own” from les miserables (thank you @pineapple-mango-magic for that request!)

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also,,, read only the italic phrases in order and you may see a little mini poem🧐

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it’s late

3 AM

im awake of course

all alone obviously

writing sappy poetry about somebody in particular...

a few weeks ago he caught my eye when he walked onto the stage with his confidence

and humor

and face

his fucking face

it could bring all the girls and boys to their knees

introduced himself to me

always volunteered to read

and created such a deep

moving character in only a minute’s time and the way he performed it

the sadness in his gaze

the somber way in which he spoke

he captivated me

and everyone else in the fucking class

i can’t stop thinking about him

his voice

his smile

him

so cute

so funny

so handsome

and

kindhearted

and

dreamlike

he is quite literally

a dream to me

i’m wonderstruck

and i start to imagine scenarios and futures

where we

could possibly be...

but suddenly i wake up

reality snaps me back

and makes me realize i’m nothing but a hopeless romantic

it all was very hopeless

why did i even bother thinking about him? it’s so stupid

so completely out of reach

i bet he doesn’t even remember my name

he’s a senior

easily the top student

of the goddamn class

for sure one of the most popular and of course he’s fucking straight

i’m a freshman

don’t know anyone in the place

and who would want to know me anyway?

i’m the gay kid at an

all-boys catholic school

i don’t exactly fit in

the whole crush was pointless

any wandering thoughts or fantasies

about high school romance

will always be halted when i realized how

limited my options really are

i’ll never have a high school sweetheart

so why do i do this to myself?

why?

because,

like i said earlier,

i’m a hopeless romantic

and it’s so fucking fun to dream

even though in all honestly

these next four years will be

just me against the world

me

on my own

and i’m sorry

this sounds so silly and stupid...

i love him though

and i’m just a little sad

because nothing will ever come of it and he will never know

he will never know

but enough about him,

here’s something you should know about me:

i have a very hard time

being alone

and letting go

i’m perpetually on my own

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[chuckaliclous]

Awkward//Reddie

CH 5

This chapter is just as angsty as the last and im definitely not sorry about it

also the song Richie is listening to is “Apartment” by Young the Giant

CH 1 CH 2 CH 3 CH 4

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Chapter Five: Apartment

After leaving your apartment, I feel this cold inside me…

The song droned on through Richie’s almost empty room as he slowly packed up boxes of things to take with him to college. Bill had helped him a little earlier, but he had to be home to pack his own things. Bill’s parents had helped him, of course, but Richie’s parents didn’t even bother, which he expected. Stan had already left for ASU since the schools start earlier over there, and Mike and Ben were busy packing their own things. Beverly had tried to come, but her dad had the day off so she wouldn’t dare sneak out. And Eddie…, well of course Eddie wouldn’t come.

This should be happy. He thought. College is supposed to be the best time in my life! He faked a small smile to himself, as if to convince himself that everything was okay, when he knew it wasn’t. It might never be. Then why am I so sad?

It howls away all through the market, it calls your name…

Richie opened his bedside drawer to find more things to pack up. His breathing stopped for a split second as he saw a picture frame. He picked it up and blew some dust off of it. He fondly gazed at the picture of him and Eddie, sitting on the grass next to the other Losers at their old high school at lunch; Richie kissing Eddie’s cheek while Eddie laughed at some unheard joke, his eyes closed into squints and mouth wide open, spread into that childish smile that Richie loved so much. He’d give anything to see it in person again. To hear him laugh….

You carved a boat to sail my shadow, now I walk alone. 

Richie thought of the loneliness of walking to the Quarry alone to meet Bill, his shadow taking the place of Eddie now. His Eddie.

Only he wasn’t his Eddie anymore. He was no one’s Eddie; at least he hoped he wasn’t.

But sooner or later, this is bound to stop.

Richie dropped the picture frame as if it was hot coals, and watched it shatter on the wood floor beneath him. He stared at the shards of glass for a long time, his mind going absolutely blank, before eventually dropping to the ground and sitting amongst the broken glass, breaking down into tears at last. Richie felt like the shattered glass strewn all over the floor, he felt it in his very core. Richie Tozier was a broken man, and it was all his fault.

He held the frame to his chest, sobbing and cutting his fingers and legs with the sharp pieces of glass. But Richie couldn’t feel it; he could only feel the wave of heavy sadness that pressed on his chest. It felt like it was crushing him, and oh God it was crushing him; weighing him down like an anchor was tied to his foot and someone threw him in the ocean. They might as well have.

He had loved Eddie. Oh Jesus fucking Christ how he had loved and adored Eddie Kaspbrak. He would do absolutely anything for that kid…; except stay away from Stanley Uris.

He shook his head, as if shaking the thought straight out of it. He imagined the words spilling out of his ears like water after a hot summer’s day spent in the Derry public pool. He made a promise to himself that he wouldn’t look back, couldn’t look back anymore. He had to leave Derry. This tainted place of nightmares couldn’t have a hold on him any longer. His old stomping ground was also home to the Devil dressed in a clown suit, and that’s something he could never forget.

After leaving your apartment, I hit the coast…

Richie slammed his laptop lid abruptly, causing the music to come to a dead stop and silence to fill up the empty room. He felt as if he could just drown in it.

God, what have I done? He thought.

“All s-set, Rich?” Bill asked anxiously, smiling up at Richie, a smile they both knew was fake. The Losers didn’t really have a soft spot for Richie or Stan anymore after they found out, but they were scared Richie might just off himself if given the chance.

“I think so, Big Bill.” Richie laughed a laugh devoid of humor as he slammed the trunk of his car down with a thud.

He walked over to Bev and they exchanged somber glances before accosting each other into a tight hug. Bev wiped some tears out of her eyes before Richie could see, but he saw.

“Naw don’ get awl sappy on me, Miss Scawwwlet!” Richie drawled, getting in a good chuck before he went, but his voice wavered.

“I love you guys,” Richie said, quietly, almost like he was afraid that someone would hear him.

“We love you too.” Bev said as Bill gave him a sentimental pat on the back.

Richie looked over at the empty spot next to Bev longingly. All color drained from his face as he sighed dejectedly. Eddie was gone, and that was final. Richie would never forgive himself for that.

Bill noticed him looking and put a firm hand on his shoulder, snapping Richie out of the trance-like state. “Hey,” He said softly. “I’ll tell him you said goodbye.” He offered, and Richie’s lips slightly curved up in appreciation.

“Thanks, Billy.”

Richie couldn’t help but laugh as he got in his car and saw Bev and Bill waving, their arms wrapped around each other’s backs. Just like the Ma and Pa I never got. He thought, and chuckled to himself in the empty car.

But there was really nothing funny about it.

[lisa89j]

When I die...

I’ve been to a few funerals in my life. The first one I remember going to was my grandpa’s sister. I believe I was six or seven. The only things I recall are how hot it was outside (must have been summer) and that I wondered if they were going to bury her wheelchair with her (she had half her leg hacked off from diabetes...she actually died of lung cancer. She didn’t smoke though so go figure!)  I doubt I asked anybody about the wheelchair part. I had a tendency as a child to ask bunches of ridiculous questions and I caught on pretty quick that it annoyed the adults around me. 

Having gone to a number of funerals has made me think over the years about the things I don’t want when I die.  I thought I should probably write it all down in case I catch the Old Timer’s disease or get run over by a bus before I can make my intentions known. 

My number one thing I find they do at funerals that I don’t want is the reading of the 23rd Psalm. In case you’re not familiar with it, it’s the one that goes “Ye though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil....” (something like that...and blah blah blah etc etc) First of all, it’s so cliche. I think I have probably heard it at every single funeral. If you were to take a bet if it was going to be said at the next few funerals you go to, you’d lose if you bet against it. It’s almost like a requirement. I’m here to say NO! Not for me! Don’t you dare. If you really need a bible verse, please play that clip from Pulp Fiction where Jules recites Ezekiel 25:17. If your not familiar with it, just do a quick google search for the clip. Be warned it’s not work safe.

Next is, singing Amazing Grace. Another big No for me. Now, I have nothing in general against it. It’s a classic hymn. It’s pretty. It’s THE song you hear at every funeral. But it’s not for me.  It’s slow and sad and implies a deep religious conviction that I do not share.  I actually dare to say most of the people who’s funeral it is sung at don’t really share the sentiment expressed in the lyrics. But, hey, if it makes people think they might get an extra boost into the heavens if it’s played, then go for it. Just not at my send off. I’m sure someone can pick a more appropriate set of tunes...maybe some Beatles...Genesis...Phil Collins solo...Audio Slave...some classic country (don’t judge my music tastes! just don’t go there!)

Next up, forego the minister or preacher or priest (whichever).  The next to last funeral I went to was lead by some kind of religious preacher guy who clearly had never met the deceased. Because I know for a fact the deceased hadn’t attended any sort of church for the previous few years to be affiliated enough to have someone speak about them in that way. And the things that were said were so ridiculously sappy. And just...basically way over the top with acting like this particular deceased person was such a pillar of society. 

Now, don’t get me wrong here...I don’t mean to imply that there should be bad things brought up at a funeral. After all you’re there to remember the good times. Not the times you actually wished the person death. The times they forgot to pay you back for lunch. The times they cancelled at the last minute because something better came up. The times they ditched a cat on the side of the road in the country because it wouldn’t stop pooping in the wrong place. You’re there to remember the times they brought you a candy bar. Or helped you change a tire. Or laughed along with you at the same stupid jokes. The times they helped you vandalize a...well you get the idea. What I’m trying to say here is, I don’t want someone who never met me standing up and acting like they did. 

I also want a bouncer at the door. If the person can’t provide any definitive proof they’ve interacted or seen me in the immediate past, they aren’t allowed in. Why show up now? Where were you last week or last year?  The implication to me is, you’d rather see me dead then alive. That’s just rude. Go someplace. Just not here. 

I don’t want my dead, made up body on display. I want to be cremated. There is a two-fold reason for this. One..the top one really..cremation is cheaper. And if you know me at all you know I’m cheap. Two...I doubt I will look very good after whatever it is that killed me gets through. I’ve seen a few prettied up corpses in my time. There’s only been one time they looked any where near like they did alive (and isn’t that the point of the whole thing..to see them as they were one last time?) I don’t blame the funeral home for that. All they have to go by is the body in front of them (that is obviously NOT going to be in the best shape it’s ever been in) and pictures provided by the family. If you’re really in my circle, you won’t need a viewing of an inanimate shell to view to remember me by.  

I feel the need to expound on the time I did see a dead body at a funeral that looked life-like..which when you think about it really is kind of creepy right? 

Anyway, it was the mother of one of my mom’s friends. I had been in her company quite a few times in my life so I knew how she looked in general. Also, right next to the casket they had a picture of her in a frame on a tiny table.  You know, in case she really didn’t look like herself and you might be questioning who you were there to see. 

It was a nice picture of her. It was taken when she was older. I have many times seen pictures on display of the deceased when they were young and full of vigor and all that. Which is fine. But this picture was taken in the past few years. She had on her glasses, a string of pearls and a blue green dress. Maybe more mint green...sea green? One of those. She was smiling. Very nice picture in general. 

Now, imagine this if you will...she is laying in the casket. Wearing...her glasses...pearls..and that same dress. THE SAME OUTFIT EXACTLY as the picture on display. Except she wasn’t smiling. She just had a neutral look. I looked at her. And then the picture. Then her. And I couldn’t stop myself from thinking it was as if they took her picture and then she just dropped over dead. Bam! She seriously looked so exactly the same that it was all I could think about through the whole service...23rd Psalm..Amazing Grace...etc etc.

If you’re looking for someone to accompany you to a funeral who is going to be serious and somber, I am really not the person for the job.  At one funeral I went to, we were walking around the funeral home a bit and saw a door that was labeled with a permanent sign. It said “stairway”. It was all I could do to not dig a post-it out of my purse and stick “to heaven” under it. I do have a bit of self control. Just not enough sometimes. 

Ok, I am some what off topic now. At least we are still on funerals. 

So in general, I don’t want any of the usual, boring cliches associated with funerals. 

[meateatingorchids]

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ik kurt kept saying his lyrics had no deep meaning but why sm of their songs always bug me bc it is so insinuatin and has some somber undertones and meanigns?? like sappy could mean sm things hmm heart shaped box even more meanings hmmmmmm i love the melodies but when i read the lyrics i just get some strange feelings hmm like sappy truly sounds like an abusive relationship... i cant stop thinking abt sappy ... omg..... its bugging me idk........stop

yesterday i saw devil city shinjuku and the girl is soo pretty and has horror look, and its abt how youth saves earth or saves earth from shitty bitter adults doing stupid things.... the girl was so brave, she believed in goodness very strongly which made her not easily frightened... also the teenage boy was also so good natured, lol i felt so bad for the kids, the kid w rollers cuz he was like yeah im bad despite being a kid and i felt sorry for him bc he was like abandoned in a cruel city and was prob just trying to survive.... but he did think he was evil.... i dont think he was evil at all lol and the ~evil~lil girl who was also abandoned and created a rage... sad.......

[princestreetco]

This Agency Just Held a Funeral in Its Garden for Its Outdated Website

Ashes to ashes, rust to rust…

Nossa, a prominent agency in the Portuguese digital ad scene, recently staged an unusual mock funeral service in the garden behind its Lisbon office.

Staffers weren’t mourning the demise of the traditional agency model, the 30-second commercial or even the web banner ad. (Some things, it seems, just won’t die.)

They were, instead, burying an old laptop to symbolize the passage of the shop’s 2012-era website and the birth of a more modern, streamlined portal.

Clearly, these folks have way too much time to kill.

So, grab a hanky (or don’t) and check out the cheeky self-promotional video below. It commemorates the event in overwrought TV-movie fashion, complete with moody black-and-white photography, a somber soundtrack, crocodile tears and even fake rain.

“We did lose a full workday, but for a greater cause,” copywriter Rui Simões tells AdFreak. “It’s also a way of showing people and clients that our focus is creativity. And what we love is to have ideas and bring them to life, also bringing the brands to life. Starting with our own brand.”

Nossa’s employees relished their turn in the sad, sappy spotlight, Simões says.

“We feel we have a few talents that may have a chance in Hollywood: the project manager who fell down on her knee, the social media strategist who played the priest in an outstanding way—the birds who flew in at the right time.”

Even those who didn’t excel in front of the camera played a role. “We had some people, the worst actors, behind the scenes with hoses” to simulate rain, says Simões. (Damn you, sunny day!)

“Each person had to bring their own black suit from home, so we saved a lot of money in production,” he recalls. “In the scene where the priest is reading the bible, he was actually declaiming stupid song lyrics, which made our job of staying serious even tougher.

“Oh, and very important: no computer was harmed during the shooting. The one we used was already dead.”

CREDITS Agency: Nossa Creative Director: Nuno Cardoso Production Company: Bom da Fita Director: Nuno Maltez Music: “Good Night Berlin” by Julian Heidenreich

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