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when I found out my friends have no siblings I always ask isn’t that kind of lonely??? And they are always like idk not really and yeah u can’t miss what you’ve never known I guess but some nights me and my little sister will stay up late even though we both have class tomorrow and we will listen to fast car by Tracy chapman on repeat no talking just us quietly listening and I think that even if I never knew my sister I would still miss her somehow
college isn't real. Money isn't real. You know what's real??? ? Live music
if 33 year old british man, why so babygirl?
what did twitter say about matty healy/the qrt? 👀
oh babes let me fill you innn, okay all this is context btw!
1975 tw users all of them wanted to watch The Jonathan Ross show (british talk show tis shite but anyway) because the boys were playing on it anyway first the stage setup was a rectangle A RECTANGLE IN 2023!!!!
Anyway the performance was really good quiet tame then compared to what we have seen but regular watchers of the show were saying is he drunk and they were very confused poor pets and the tweet that set it off was Bettyboo501 with her truthful tweet,
“Blimey, watching Jonathan Ross and the singer in that group The 1975 looks off his nut on something, staggering all over the place. Not setting an example to youngsters I think”
The comments are HILARIOUS all the fans replied and floored her inbox with pics of matty I’ll show some at the end but because any regular watched that complaintes was either sent a photo or sarcastically agreed with!! Best reply was “ Betty, you’re going to make the “good morning guys” cut!! 🥂”
Also matty didn’t were shoes on stage and performed in socks my Twitter timeline was fully about this for an hour, honestly the way t1975 twt was in the mentions of any negative jonathan ross show tweet yesterday was feeding me it was so funny !!!

human too
“Do you miss being alive?” His feet swung, water rippling around his ankles. I dipped my toes into the hotel pool, the water refracting blue shimmering light over my bare legs.
“What does that mean?” I kicked a leg out to watch the rushing white bubbles.
He huffed, using his foot to send a splash of water against my thigh. I swiped off the droplets with my hand, laughing.
“Lately that’s been echoing in my head,” water lapped at the bottom of his knees, “I miss being alive. I miss being human.” His voice carried over the water easily, reaching every hollow corner of the room.
“You’re thinking too hard, then,” I said, twirling my ankle as I spoke, “Being alive is breathing. Being human is feeling.”
“I’m not feeling lately,” he watched the bubbles forming behind my ankle, “Not breathing.” His head dipped at the admission.
I held out my hand, and he looked at me quizzically. I beckoned for his hand, and he placed his wrist in my palm. I set his hand on my chest, my skin prickling at his freezing fingers. I watched his mouth as I took a deep breath, his lips parting as my chest rose.
“I’ll breathe for you,” I exhaled, his eyes honey at my offer. “I feel enough for the two of us.”
“You always do this,” a rim of tears was forming under his irises. He looked away when he caught me staring, “You’re so kind.”
“It’s easy to be kind to someone like you,” I pressed his hand more firmly to my sternum.
“No, I know it’s not,” he pulled his hand away, clasping his hands together tightly, “I’m hard to love.”
“You think?” the chlorine in the air was choking me with nostalgia, “You can’t imagine the people I have loved before you.”
He laughed, without humour.
“I have loved men who berated me, who had no respect for me, who treated me like a maid,” I shook my head, “Men who had no love to give.”
“Not a very high bar for me, is it?” his fingers twisted around each other, picking at his cuticles.
“I’m trying to tell you,” I sighed, “You reciprocate everything. You meet me where I am. If I’m excited, you’re excited. If I’m sad, you’re crawling into bed with me. You bring me what I need.”
“I’m insufferable, most of the time,” he met my eyes, mouth pulled to the side as he bit his cheek.
“Some of the time,” I gave him a sheepish grin, sending a ripple of water against his leg. “But I love you all the time.” His bottom lip shook briefly, and he wrapped me in a hug, pressing my dewy skin to his.
“Thank you,” he said into my shoulder, voice aching, “I’ll try not to forget.”
“I’ll remind you,” I whispered, “As much as you want.” He gave me a tight squeeze, kissing the top of my head.
“My angel,” his fingers circled the bumps in my spine, “I’ll love you forever.”
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Holy fuck the instrumentals on this
IM GOING INSANE I SEE INHALER IN 2 WEEKS WTF
cuts & bruises EATSSSS every song is SO good
matty healy is a loser confirmed
everything is blue
wtf… pressure then me then ross & matty moment then the fucking robbers shirt 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
^^^^
missing this era of him
Natalie Díaz, from "American Arithmetic", Postcolonial Love Poem
help why can i sit and read on tumblr for hours on end and just read 10 pages of a physical book and needed a break 🫠
suki waterhouse live at the constellation room jan 10
When Fiona Apple went to watch boyfriend Jonathan Ames in a boxing match.
Monkeys