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something totally normal to have memorized off the top of your head, baby girl

i’ve always thought that there’s a wistful, almost melancholic tenor to the lyric “the club can’t even handle me right now,” as if, for a single, piercing instant, flo’s very soul had expanded far beyond the bounds of the club, and indeed, transcended the firmament itself

listening to fleetwood mac is like. i don’t know this song but let’s give it a shot. oh wait i do know this song. i’ve heard it a million times and always liked it, i just didn’t know the name. on some level i kind of assumed that song was just an ambient part of the world the way the sound of the wind or birdsong in the trees was but apparently it’s by fleetwood mac. neat.

i love reading the text posts on here that are like little windows into everyones lives. someones having coffee. someones waiting for the bus. someones buying their friend a gift. someone's crying, someone's laughing. someones going to bed

shoutout to earth tones. shoutout to vegetable soup. shoutout to music drifting in through an open window

after arouind 9pm all music sounds better and all fanfic reads better BUT all thoughts become 97% less reliable. trust me im science

i have been informed this is called being "tired." but i am rejecting this hypothesis due to i am science

having a cat is great. there's a small little animal wandering around. effervescent

EATING MY CHARGER

people will be like “hey. hey. what if this beloved character was DEAD” and then they’ll write a fic about it and the rest of the fandom will collectively go “no!!!” while reblogging and saving it