#supercut silver springs

[radlymona]

Oooh I was was tagged by @mademoiselle-crabaletta for the "song for every url letter" game!!!

R - Rhiannon -Fleetwood Mac

A- A World Alone- Lorde

D- Dreams - the Cranberries

L - Lump Sum- Bon Iver

Y- You're On Your Own, Kid -Taylor

M - Magnolia - Gang of Youths

O - Off to the Races- Lana

N- Normal Girl - SZA

A- All of Me Wants All of You- Sufjan Stevens

Tagging @femmesandhoney @forwomenbiwomen @landmineradio

[shaynetopps]

💛Smoshblr December Asks Day 9💙

What are your current top 3 favourite songs? (like songs you’ve had on repeat a lot recently or maybe just 3 songs that you listened to today and enjoyed a lot! Whatever feels most accurate to you 🤗🎶)

Bonus: What are 3 songs you think everyone should listen to at least once in their life? 🎧

this one was SO hard to pick off the top of my head, so i'm deferring to my spotify to answer for me! (the machines have finally beat man)

say don't go, cornelia street, the 1 all by taylor swift

and three songs that i think everyone should listen to...now that one's a thinker. i'm gonna say silver springs by fleetwood mac (truly a lyrical wonder that stevie nicks delivers with palpable heartbreak), supercut by lorde (i love how she paired devastating lyrics with a bopping instrumental), vienna by billy joel (haven't heard a better song for growing older)

[coldfishing]

Hi.

I’m keeping this tumblr as a sort of diary - I have a notebook I can write in, but my penmanship is absolutely awful and I get too frustrated after a while.

Anyway. What prompted me to do this is the fact that I am in love with my best friend. We’re both gay, live in the same flat at university and spend all of our time together. I have felt this way for a long time - probably since I met him last September.

I didn’t notice it at first. It was a creeping, malignant love that is now sewn into my skin - bleeding into every single faucet of my life. He’s all I think about. All I worry about. Spending time with him is a salve to my nerves. He is so beautiful. So, so beautiful.

We got drunk and went out clubbing the other day. On the way home he was pretty out of it (combination of drinking and drugs.) I was worried for him as he’s normally able to handle anything in that regard. As we sat on the tube on the way home, he leant his head against my shoulder. I looked to my left and all I could focus on were his dark eyelashes. His breathing. The weight of him against me. I wanted to cry, because I know he doesn’t want me like I want him. He doesn’t want me like that at all, actually.

I want to tell him how I feel. I want him to know, just to ruin what we have. Just to see what he would do. How he would react - his face as he realised the depth of my affection.

But I am unfortunately determined to savour the moments I have with him with everything I have inside of me. His soft lashes against his cheeks. His grin when I tell a particularly rancid joke just because I know it’ll make him laugh. He’s boyish - cheeky in the best way. Mischievous. His mother used to call him ‘Fingers’ when he was younger because he used to have a compulsion to touch - and steal - everything. I love his big hands. How he looks clumsy. How he picked me up when he hugged me after we all got back to the flat after Christmas break. How I tease him and tell him he looked like a child that would’ve had to have worn gel insoles. I want to cry again.

I love him enough for me to consider doing anything for him. I would move universities. I would… do anything. I know that that feat doesn’t sound that dramatic, but I don’t really know how to quantify it. I know I have to stop feeling this way - I should be distancing myself, taking precautions. No hugging. I can’t help myself. I want to drink every moment I have with him in. I want him to always remember me. I want to burn his smile into my memory - our time together one brilliant supercut where I forget all of the times I ached with envy (like an anchor dropping in my stomach) when I would watch him kiss another in a club. How I would then kiss five, six, seven, eight people just to spite him - just to show him I could. Just to lash out. For what? I am his best friend. He doesn’t care: he likes to see me have fun, despite it being some perverse form of revenge.

I seem to find parallels for us everywhere. I want him so badly, and I have never pined for someone as though I do him. Not even my ex - is it something to do with knowing he’d be fine without me? That he would get over it. That I’m a friend - not a lover, not something strong enough to wrench his heart out of his chest like he does a thousand times a day with me. He would never do this. Write a post like this. He would never pine for me as I do him. (He doesn’t need to wrench my heart out himself nowadays.)

There’re a few quotes and lyrics that sit with me when I think of him (obviously. I am a cliche. Yuck.)

One of them is ‘Don’t say that she’s pretty’ from Fleetwood Mac’s ‘Silver Springs’. My god, that song hurts me. Refer to earlier.

Another: ‘I can’t speak, afraid to jinx it. I don’t even dare to wish it’ from Taylor’s ‘Snow on the Beach.’ Jesus. The amount of times he has given me a look. Hugged me a little too tightly. Hovered at the doorway, the corner of his mouth twitching with words unspoken. I know the words aren’t for me, in that way I daydream for. But I want them to be. Hope for it. Cry to God.

That’s another quote: my love is biblical. It is my religion. It is terrifying. Far too much. How I navigate the world - I’m almost ashamed of it. How I want to spend every minute of every day with him (and we often do.)

Anyway, I’ve written quite a lot. I’ll be back - gotta let it out somehow.

Bye,

Augustine

[fearsomeandwretched]

s for the letter thing <3

Silver Springs by Fleetwood Mac, Sweet Carolina by Lana Del Rey, Salt in the Wound by Boygenius, seven by Taylor Swift, Supercut by Lorde

[myoldiaries]

Hey!!! Top 5 favorite songs of all time 😁

hiii! here goes… ❣️

• Silver Springs by Fleetwood Mac

• cowboy like me by Taylor Swift

• South London Forever by FATM

• Werewolf by Fiona Apple

• Supercut by Lorde

[qvnnies]

de la 20 a la 23

20. Menciona uno de sus placeres culposos.

a veces (generalmente cuando está apurada) bebe directo desde el envase y lo vuelve a colocar en la heladera como si nada hubiera pasado, pero siempre cuidando que nadie más la vea.

21. Menciona las últimas tres series o películas que vio en Netflix.

the good place, jugando con fuego y shrek 2.

22. Menciona algún hábito o tic que realice inconscientemente cuando está nervioso.

se muerde la piel de los labios y le tiemblan las manos, siempre.

23. Menciona de cinco a siete canciones que probablemente se encuentren en su biblioteca musical.

supercut - lordesilver springs - fleetwood macto be so lonely - harry stylesdeath by a thousand cuts - taylor swiftboys will be boys - dua lipa

[fortuna9]

Silver Springs by Fleetwood Mac (greatest song ever I fear)

Alien Superstar by Beyonce

Supercut and Sober II by Lorde

Blinding by Florence + The Machine

Any song off MAGDALENE by FKA Twigs

Firefly by Shygirl

285 & Last Minute by Kitty

Phoebe Bridgers. Punisher. That's all

Hey eyeone! I want to know what your favorite songs are, if you see this post you are CONTRACTUALLY OBLIGATED to reblog with at least 1 song you have listened to and enjoyed but if you have more you'd like to share then go ahead! Also tag your friends!

I'll start, I'm going to list 5 of my favorite songs

Dr Sunshine Is Dead by Will Wood

134340 Pluto by Cojum Dip

Vulture by Bear ghost

Dear John by I monster

And finally: playing places: Oceans by Cosmo Sheldrake

Here's the people I want to tag

@f4y3w00d5 @ashen-the-tiefling @terrencetheshark14 @underpaid-guard @blacktipreefsharkwizard @the-gnomish-bastard @thatgayforkcrow @lixorloveslicorice @yourlocalbreadenthusiast @agentldiddy @aileaxthevoidien @slutty-wizard-council @monsterfucker-research-wizard and anyone else who wants to play!!!

[sweetteaswift]

if you could only listen to 5 songs, what songs would they be?

like forever? Frick that’s hard!!! probably uhhh don’t blame me, she by dodie, silver springs by fleetwood mac, supercut by lorde, and king of my heart

[adoredontour]

top 5 songs 💛

omg this is so hard, and changes every five seconds, but currently:

1. silver springs - fleetwood mac

2. fine line - harry styles

3. through the dark - one direction

4. rain - ben platt

5. supercut - lorde

send me a top 5 anything! 

[jxst-saying]

ANGSTY REQUEST: I just want something based off the song "I can't make you love me" like. ya know what i am talking about? one of the boys loves someone, but they don't love them back. and yes. song. pls?

Broken arm. Dislocated shoulder. Scraped knee. Appendicitis. Broken heart. The poor man had experienced it all. But nothing compared to this in any way, shape, or form. This was like walking on magma and stepping on broken shards of glass and breaking every single bone in his body. This was like being ripped apart and left for dead.

This was unrequited love and the nasty business of.

It had all started so innocently, so meaninglessly. Maybe he was just naïve and this was all inevitable. A cliché, if you will. The ultimate kind. The kind that he should only have been expecting at the end of the day.

And it was possible that innocently may not have been the right word for something like this. The two of you weren’t really innocent in anything whatsoever. At least, not between the hours of 10:00 at night to 03:00 in the morning of which they spent between white sheets. Nothing either of you did during those hours was ever innocent.

But when Ashton looked back on it all, trying to figure out the exact moment in time in which it all went awry, he couldn’t pinpoint that exact millisecond. He couldn’t, for the life of him, remember how or when or why or where everything changed––when his name off your lips began to sound more like a sacrilegious prayer, when the touch of your skin against his own felt like a fiery inferno eating him alive, when the sight of you slipping your clothes back on felt like some kind of heartbreaking goodbye.

He couldn’t admit to any of that, though. In fact, it took what felt like forever to admit it even to himself. However, even with that personal confession, it was one he had to bury deep in the abyss of his soul. Ashton remembered your words: Just for fun. Nothing serious. No strings attached. None of this means anything.

That was fine at first. Really, it was. He wasn’t one to say no to a little fun here and there. But then, it became more frequent, and somewhere along the lines, the two of you became something like friends. Don’t get him wrong; that still meant you left as soon as you possibly could. That still meant that Ashton was left with the orchid oil smell of your shampoo on his pillows and memory of it all locked away in his mind.

So, now there was a merciless supercut of you playing over and over again in his mind. Even when you weren’t wrapped up around himself and those white sheets, he suffered with the thoughts and memories of you. You were a ghost with no mercy and no end in sight. There was no silver lining and no light at the end of the tunnel. There was only you––˙his damnation––and a complete and utter lack of strings.

He watched you now: sliding on the dark–wash jeans over the black lace underwear and swiping his own white v–neck shirt from the foot of the bed. Ashton was used to this part of the evening. Too used to it. Sometimes, he let himself daydream about what it would be like if you stayed––if you let the jeans and the shirt and the shoes stay on the floor until morning or mid–afternoon and curl up in those white sheets instead. But by the time his reverie had finished, you were always out the door, slamming the front door to his apartment behind you.

Ashton didn’t think about that heartbreaking reverie this time. No, he made himself watch you leave. Burned it into his mind. Maybe the pain would make it all stop. Maybe it would snap him out of it all. But right now, all he felt is the pain of watching you leave without a care in the world once more yet again just like you always did.

“You look better in that shirt than I do.”

“I’ll bring it back next time.”

“Keep it.”

And it was a simple statement, just two words. But somehow, someway, that was enough to sound like implications and possible base–level commitment to you. Maybe it was. Maybe you were right.

“Ash––“

“It’s just a shirt, Y/N.”

The air was heavy with the silence between the two of you. Him in expectation, you in anxiety. But then Ashton was smiling and shaking his head and laughing and turning over to the other side of the bed, facing away from you, before telling you to shut the door on your way out. Non-committal, that was what the two of you were. And that was what Ashton’s statement was.

Non–committal.

Easy–peasy.

No strings attached.

So, when you walked out of the bedroom with a smile on your face and a post–sex spring in your step, when he heard the front door slam shut with you wearing his shirt (the one you were going to return), he realized nothing had changed. You were still having fun. He was still falling in love. This was his lot in life. And if he were a bit smarter, he would cut it off and end it. Never see you again. But seeing you from 10:00 to 3:00 in the late hours of the night was better than nothing for his poor, old heart.

When you knocked on his door the next week at 10:32 at night with his white shirt in your hands, he let you in without a moment of hesitation.

Unrequited love?

That one was a bitch.

[ttori8]

a list of my favorite songs right now for absolutely no reason (not in order in the least bit) :

1. Funeral - Phoebe Bridgers

2. Smole Signals - Phoebe Bridgers

3. Burning Pile - Mother Mother

4. I Love Rock n' Roll - Joan Jett and the Blackhearts

5. Sweet Emotion - Aerosmith

6. Highway to Hell - AC/DC

7. Girls Got Rhythm - AC/DC

8. Smells Like Teen Spirit - Nirvana

9. Lithium - Nirvana

10. Little Jack - The Velvet Underground

11. Lighy My Fire - The Doors

12. Kyoto - Phoebe Bridgers

13. Garden Song - Phoebe Bridgers

14. Dog Days Are Over - Florence + the Machine

15. Back In the U.S.S.R - The Beatles

16. Dear Prudence - The Beatles

17. Nowhere Man - The Beatles

18. Magic Man - Heart

19. The Adults Are Talking - The Strokes

20. Witchy Woman - Eagles

21. Life In the Fast Lane - Eagles

22. Hotel California - Eagles

23. Cleopatra - The Lumineers

24. Sleep on the Floor - The Lumineers

25. Bags - Clairo

26. Ribs - Lorde

27. Supercut - Lorde

28. Sober - Lorde

29. Dreams - Fleetwood Mac

30. Silver Springs - Fleetwood Mac

31. Ghosting - Mother Mother

32. Wrecking Ball - Mother Mother

[qtyoong]

I was tagged by @jungkook-iee & @wind-kissed thank u, u beautiful humans 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

Put your music on shuffle, list the first 13 songs, then tag some people!

quote your favorite lyrics from each song

1. girls like girls by hayley kiyoko I've been crossing all the lines, all the lines Kissed your girls and made you cry, boys

2. by your side by the 1975 You're so much better than you know When you're lost and you're alone And you can't get back again I will find you

3. city of angels by thirty seconds to mars Lost in the city of angels Down in the comfort of strangers I found myself in the fire burnt hills In the land of a billion lights

4. home by one direction And it's alright Calling out for somebody to hold tonight When you're lost, I'll find a way, I'll be your light You'll never feel like you're alone I'll make this feel like home

5. ghost by halsey You're a Rolling Stone boy, never-sleep-alone boy Got a million numbers and they're filling up your phone, boy I'm off the deep end, sleeping all night through the weekend Saying that I love him but I know I'm gonna leave him

6. elastic heart by sia Yeah, let's be clear, won't close my eyes And I know that I can survive

7. outro: her by bts Because your laughter and happiness is the scale of my happiness This is how I am, do I deserve your love?

8. for him. by troye sivan You don't have to say I love you to say I love you Forget all the shooting stars and all the silver moons We've been making shades of purple out of red and blue Sickeningly sweet like honey, don't need money All I need is you

9. spring day by bts Honestly I miss you, but I’ll erase you 'Cause it hurts less than to blame you

10. congratulations by post malone Now they always say, "Congratulations" Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation They ain't never had the dedication People hatin', say we changed and look we made it Yeah, we made it

11. holding on to you by twenty one pilots Is it time to move our feet To an introspective beat It ain't the speakers that bump hearts It's our hearts that make the beat

12. i think im in love by kat dahlia I say "fuck you" while I'm thinking of you as my husband I think I'm in love

13. supercut by lorde We keep trying to talk about us I'm someone you maybe might love I’ll be your quiet afternoon crush Be your violent overnight rush Make you crazy over my touch

if u made it this far, u deserve a prize lmao im tagging: @winemom-yoongi @amberinacade @hobicth @sugamonsta @imyourserendipity

[travellingwhisperer]

melodrama through the eyes of a (fellow) synaesthete

hello everyone! just like lorde herself, i have a strong case of synaesthesia (I get colour visions, but also tastes and scents as well), so this is my attempt to review the masterpiece that is melodrama through my synaesthetical experiences

let’s go

green light: car air freshener, heated highway and the visions you get when you drive in heat (a la mirages), blackberry-scented cheap shower gel, a pistachio green silk scarf, old school adidas kicks, lemon juice drops on fresh summer salad, beige satin, old black cars (a la classic cadillacs and jaguars), maple syrup, the heat of cairo at around 11 am

sober: ripe honeydew, the smell of guitar wood varnish, red satin ribbons, smudged glass coffee tables, spilled lemonade on said tables, peach vodka, the feel of white plaster in old museums where security guards are very strict, cough syrup (both the colour and the flavour), artificial smell of mint, mint gum, velvet red carpeting in old and badly aired town halls, the humidity of rainforest

homemade dynamite: 4 am sunrise straight after a storm with torn dark grey, nearly black clouds being ripped, smell of gasoline, deep puddles in cracked pavement, dimmed street lights about to go out, magenta, white musk perfume from the body shop, deep indigo of the nearly sunrise of mid may, that walk home from a rowdy night out when everyone is more or less sobered up, but not sober enough to feel shy yet, still drunk enough to be honest with affection and cursing and slightly slurred speech

the louvre: bamboo blinds, bamboo shoots, bonsai trees, flowing honey, varnished birchwood, sunlit old halls in ugly grey soviet buildings, silver hellium-filled balloons, white shiny doors between a party-filled room and a closet where hook-ups and one-night stands take place, old oil paint, the sunny, lemon yellow butterflies, muddly skies of july, edelflower syrup in a glass of white wine, edelflower flower crowns, an expensive pool in a mansion-like house in hollywood hills, the eerie comfort and anxiety of the opening credits of twin peaks

liability: massive bouquets of lily of the valley, white lace curtains knitted by a grandmother, greyness of a sunday in a village on a last warm october day, a single light in an office on a late night in a massive skyscraper, dried flowers, drops of nosebleed on a crystal clean white sink, grey that turns into pastel lilac, the feeling of ripped paper

hard feelings/loveless: faint sunrise shining through the windows of a manhattan apartment in a skyscraper, all shades of orange spilling onto a hi-tec kitchen, cointreau liqueur, sunny warm nights on ocean beach, lukewarm bathtubs when the bath foam has fizzled, bonfires and burned marshmallows, just the beginning of feeling buzzed (like a glass of wine in), tender shades of yellow, rustiness of old heavy doors into a basement, scaffolding sounds, first sunniest days of spring after a heavy winter, sunset in the ocean, heavy fluffy sweaters / neon diner signs, anime eyes, porcelain dolls, peach-flavoured bubblegum, glass bowls

sober ii (melodrama): colour of crimson, heavy red velvet couches, smudged matte red lipstick, glass shards, ripped pearl necklaces and scattered pearls on sticky floor, red limelight, stilettos, tight black bodysuits, smoky-eyed tall models in revealing tight and latex dresses, marble furniture with golden decor, fistfights during a party, ripped suits and thrown ties and unbuttoned white shirts on boys with wealthy fathers

writer in the dark: light parakeet green, whitewashed starched tablecloths that crunch, old wooden tables, rusty cages for canaries, Advocat liqueur, big pearl necklaces on black dresses, big sunglasses (a la Audrey’s in Breakfast at Tiffany’s), sunny Sunday mornings on a patio with a cup of fancy tea, sunday clothes, white churches in greece, silver tears and crying in the backseat after a breakup, wilted flowers in a vase with dirty water

supercut: light green and orange, Love Is bubblegum, peaches, apricots, mint, Mojitos, fairy lights above people at a rooftop party, roadtrip one takes after a breakup with all thier belongings, flavoured water that doesn’t quench thirst, sparkling water with lemon and ice cubes, worn down picnic blankets, fancy dresses girls wear to the entrance into a nightclub, folding chairs, chilled champagne

liability (reprise): cold winter wind of february, the feeling on the tip of the tongue from scolding hot tea, big white rooms in museums, light green, light smoke of e-cigarette that smells like peppermint, the smell of sunscreen, the stillness of a swimming pool at noon in heat

perfect places: red wine, swinging chandeliers, red plastic cups, glass grand pianos, the last summer party in august, that warm feeling at the end of the party where everyone’s buzzed and affectionate and there’s a lot of kissing and hugging and swinging, big fake golden earrings, summer fruits, fancy hotels and luxurious lifts/elevators, skinny dipping, black velvet dresses that touch the floor, uncontrollable laughing in comfy sweaters

[fiddleabout]

33, 7, 81

7: supercut, by lorde

33: running up that hill, meg myers

81: silver springs, lykke li

[myoldiaries]

5,12,17 <3

5. a song from your lifelong favourite artist

Holy Ground by Taylor Swift ☕️ who Else!!!

12. a song you can scream all the words to

It has to be the outro of Silver Springs, by god when Stevie Nicks just LOSES it. That’s me. Also Supercut by Lorde cause “in my head I do everything right” on the top of my lungs would be a transcending out of the body experience.

17. a song that reminds you of a good time

Ahh, Chinatown by Bleachers ft Bruce Springsteen !!!

music asks

[devils-lawboy]

all the luxury asks

omg i love u i love talking abt myself but im puttin this under a readmore bc not everyone loves reading abt myself

bubble bath: do you have any routines before bedtime? like skin care, etc. what are they? yea i usually shower before bed + wash my face. i have a couple of topical acne treatments that i use and then i moisturize w either shea moisture anti-aging moisturizer (mostly cos thats the only shea moisture product they had at walgreens lol) or aveeno sensitive skin moisturizer dependin on how dry my skin's feelin :-)

champagne: what topic could you talk about for hours? uhhhh gender for sure, its like all i talk abt when im drunk its pretty funny... bullet journaling, sad indie music, astronomy...

crushed velvet: have you ever used your charm to get something you want? um i mean if sex counts......... i can't think of anything else tho rip

diamonds: how do you feel about excessively spending money? i dont like it but like i still do it bc i like Things... then i go to buy groceries and im like "shit i shouldnt spend all this money" its kind of irresponsible but whatever

faux fur: describe your wardrobe. gay athleisure from target/old navy with a few goodwill sweaters and a lot of denim button-ups mixed in. i own a few dresses but i only like one of them

glitter: describe someone special to you. one of my best friends ever who's actually on here but doesnt use her name so im not gonna do that... she's like 12 but she's also one of the most mature ppl i know in that she like.. gets shit done and its really impressive. she's absolutely gorgeous!!!!! she's one of the best chefs ive ever met. she's been there for me through some rough shit and i'm so grateful and i cant wait to see her when i get home!!!!!! basically i love her with all my heart.

gold: describe what you would call the most perfect meal. ok so like... pasta. light,clean. roasted red peppers, tomatoes, onions, spinach. maybe some chicken? a glass of wine for sure. i wanna feel full but not greasy after im done. then i'd go for a walk and eat some nondairy ice cream by a lake

jazz: name a song that resonates with you and your emotions. explain the reason why. ok um.... lately "self control" by frank ocean. its a really beautiful song and it sort of makes me cry bc im kind of the one w/ no self control and im a little sad but it's just so good

lace: what is something in your life completely different from last year? im out to basically all of my friends!!!!!!! as opposed to last year when i'd only come out to my bf (now ex) and he was like "mmmm ok but im still gonna see you as your assigned gender." so that's a really nice change :-)

lingerie: do you consider yourself a promiscuous person? maybe relative to me a few years ago but like i really havent hooked up w/ very many people? and im pretty cautious with my hookups too lol

lipstick: do you enjoy talking to strangers? yeah generally!!!

pearls: what's something about your personality that surprises others? ppl are usually surprised at the fact that i was homeschooled through p much my entire grade school career.

penthouse: what would you consider your dream home? describe it. i think maybe an apartment? honestly the cliche tumblr apartment would be nice; not a lot of stuff, some pink art on the walls, big windows w a view of a park or a lake or smthn?  

perfume: if you could make your own signature fragrance, what would it smell like? something masculine for sure. woodsy, crisp, fresh.

robe: how do you prepare for an evening alone with a loved one/date? um i'll usually shower + shave, do my makeup, pick out some cute undies, and listen to some cute sappy love songs while i wait to meet up w/ them

roses: If it had to be winter, autumn, spring or summer for the rest of your life, which would you choose? summer!! i wanna move somewhere out west where it's warm all the time

satin: what is your most favorite article of clothing? im gonna tell u my fave outfit lately; it's these sportsy track pants that are super soft and cozy, a black cropped tank top, denim jacket, platform sneakers, sunglasses. it makes me feel rly cool and gay :-)  

sheet mask: what's your favorite lazy activity? i just got into stardew valley and i love it so much!!!!!!!!

silk: do you have more inner or outer beauty? wow that got deep but probs outer tbqh

silver: do you have any obscure hobbies? what are they? i play interactive fiction! i think thats probs the most obscure tho.

sparkling water: what are your top three songs for the summer? "postcard radio" by froth, "supercut" by lorde, and "all my heroes" by bleachers

wine: what kind of drunk are you (happy/affectionate, angry, sad, fun/wild)? if you don't drink, what kind do you think you WOULD be? omg im a gay affectionate drunk i get so complimentary and i just want to hold ppls hands and give them hugs and tell them they are cute and i love them