copycat

Yeah. French writer. Total loser. Never had a real job. Unrequited love affairs. Gay. Spent 20 years writing a book almost no one reads. But he’s also probably the greatest writer since Shakespeare. Anyway, he uh… he gets down to the end of his life, and he looks back and decides that all those years he suffered, Those were the best years of his life, ‘cause they made him who he was. All those years he was happy? You know, total waste. Didn’t learn a thing. So, if you sleep until you’re 18… Ah, think of the suffering you’re gonna miss. I mean high school? High school-those are your prime suffering years. You don’t get better suffering than that.

do you love creating playlists? do you love listening to them? if so, the playlist network is for you!!!

what you need to do:

follow me, kim, and rachel

reblog this post; likes count as bookmarks

fill out this form; it shouldn’t take too long

what you’ll get:

a spot on the network page that hasn’t been made yet because i’m indecisive and i don’t know whether to make it on my blog or a separate blog

new followers

a lovely batch of people to talk to about music and to share ideas with

a lit group chat

likes & reblog on your playlists and everything else

additional information:

track #playlistnw for updates

this will hopefully close at the end of this month

we will be accepting at least ten members

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