Not a Heretic Yet

when i go in a room and forget what i needed i become a point and click protagonist. [water bottle?] that’s not helpful right now. [socks?] i don’t know what to do with that. [charger?] that’s not helpful right now. [scissors?] i can’t do anything with that. [water bottle?] that’s not helpful right now. [lone paperclip?] that’s not helpful right now. [water bottle?]

youre offline because you have an irl life and miss one load bearing post on here and all of a sudden you dont understand any of the vagues on your dash for the next week

you desire love but push away affection? what are you? written by Dostoevsky?

god I love lord huron, the essence of most of their songs is catastrophically fumbling a beautiful woman so badly you have to die to cope

[Emerges from The Cosmic Selector torn up and covered in blood] yeah it's pretty good

it's like... you can dig up the past as much as you want and you can travel through all the alternate universes and versions of yourself you could have become but you can never go back to who you were before you chose your path. you can't change the past so now you're just sitting in a room full of the ghosts of what might have been

New Lord Huron album has it all. Songs that transition seamlessly into each other. Dreamy synths and hint of saxophone. Existential dread and (much-anticipated) sopping wet cat levels of pining. Washed up comedian. Kristen Stewart narrating a poem about driving through the desert at night while being chased by ambiguous horrors beyond human comprehension. Wait where am I how did I get here