#st 4 edit

[spookystarfishzombie]

[henry-fox-biggest-stan]

There is always a game of tug of war going on between the real world and the upside down, and Will is the rope

[jonathanbyersphd]

And the shame, was on the other side

[milevenposting]

Okay. What don't I understand?

[lesbyleredits]

If they’re not endgame I’m gonna cry

[artbean]

Corroded Coffin is back with their sophomore album, Memento Mori Motel.

With even more groundbreaking songs than the last album, those four boys from Hawkins Indiana have transformed into men with a message and a cohesive vision—keeping fans of rock and metal mesmerized by their musical innovation that defies genre entirely. (@eddiemonth day 8: rockstar)

The opening track, Jack Of All, plays like an instant classic. The riffs are crisp and clear as they poke fun at both their newfound fame and rural roots. I’m climbing up the walls / You just don’t have the balls / I’m never gonna fall / ‘cause I’m the Jack of All. The second song, If I Object (Objectify), is all noise, with hardly even a second to breathe before the wailing cries at the end. The words if I object melt into the word objectify, closing out the song in a soaring scream.

Hit The Nail Out Of The Park is a thoughtful examination of American boyhood, without shying away from how ugly growing up can be. The tempo may be slower but the track has a grit to it that can’t be ignored. Six Feet Under continues to wow audiences as the lead single, comparing the slow death of a relationship to being buried alive. Daisies sprout overhead / In the thick of goodbye / Now it’s just me in a flowerbed / Eternally wondering why.

In the second half of the album, Necrotizing Facist Idol isn’t afraid to punch up with hard hits or make a political statement. The message is pretty clear in the chorus: He’s eaten away at too much of our lives / He’s going to pay for his sins when he dies / No time to wait / Let’s amputate / The necrotizing fascist idol. 24hr lobotomy is more of an internal struggle of self destructive tendencies, and the desire to numb any feeling at all—and ultimately crashing down to earth when the vices wear off.

Postcard From Hell is a lighthearted, tongue-in-cheek vision of life after death, musing on the afterlife being not unlike a long, grueling vacation. The album ends on a tender yet bittersweet note, with the mysteriously titled Microscopic Fibers (Dying Star). The harmonizing guitars at the end is a standout moment as the song goes out with a bang, which turns into the whisper of the final notes. I can see your fire from light years through time / Like a star that died before it ever graced my eyes / Oh, slipping through my fingers (fingers, fingers) / Oh, how your presence lingers (lingers, lingers).

[phoebebuggers]

spreading my mike weezer agenda

[she-who-the-river-could-not-hold]

“Last night, I saw things I can't explain. Things the police don't wanna believe. And things I don't wanna believe myself. But I know what I saw. I know! And I've come to accept an awful truth ... The mall fire. All those unexplained deaths over the years. Some people say our town is cursed. They just don't know why. Now... now we do.”

Stranger Things 4 | Volume 01 ▸ Episode 06: “The Dive”

[itsmiahshemakessense]

posting another edit here bc tik tok ill be gone soon 😭

my fav part of s4 when he isn't sobbing <3

[wheelercurse]

BYLER WEEK 2023

Day 4: Summer Love.

songs:

cruel summer // august // you’re on your own kid  // peace // betty 

[adankrivervalleynearyou]

stranger things as texts w me and my friends

[spookystarfishzombie]

[henry-fox-biggest-stan]

I can’t really explain what stranger things means to me. A show about outcasts, by outcasts, for outcasts. When you’re different, sometimes you feel like a mistake. But you make me feel like I’m not a mistake at all, like I’m better for being different.

[jonathanbyersphd]

Parentification occurs when youth are forced to assume developmentally inappropriate parent-or adult-like roles and responsibilities. It can lead to feelings of guilt, anxiety, depression, and low self-esteem. 

[milevenposting]

I've been meaning to tell you something. I missed you.