5000+ jokes about “Mother Mother is for the nonbinaries”: *exist*

Me: ok I guess I’ll listen to them and see if they’re relatable :)

Me, several months later: *interpreting every fifth song as being about aromanticism and/or asexuality*

my baby’s got a gun

Every song by Mother Mother is a Stan song

pulvis et umbra sumus. - a dark academia aesthetic playlist

just a little wicked - songs to make you feel like a villain

digitsofpie:

Music you’ve probably or probably never heard before and I would recommend

Tally Hall: Band that basically made whatever they wanted until they stopped making music. really, they made hard rock, rap, and whimsical stuff all in one album. very Beatlesque.

Jellyfish: 90′s band i don’t know much about, but theyre similar to Tally Hall

Jack Stauber: The guy that made that Peppermint song and Buttercup(oh, I’ll do it sometime). he’s got a youtube channel with short little songs paired with claymation, vhs-type animation, irl video, all in one and more

I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME: They’re an indie band with a new-wave type feel. got dire lyrics and catchy, fun tunes.

Tori Amos: Alternative and punk artist that started in the 90′s and is still going. she’s got a lot of slowish songs and some upbeat ones; I recommend “Raspberry Swirl.”

Bryan Scary (and the Shredding Tears): the man usually makes music ALL BY HIMSELF, and occasionally adds other people. he’s got the piano playing of Elton John and the voice of Billy Joel. sounds like 70′s pop.

Cosmo Sheldrake: like the more whimsical brother of Hosier.

Beach Bunny: girl who writes tumblr aesthetic songs; gives you nostalgia from when you were never alive.

Studio Killers: masters of party music. You’ve probably heard heard them before, just didn’t know who they were.

Lemon Demon: Heard one of his songs. So groovy, I melted. same guy that made potter puppet pals. genius.

MIKA: reincarnation of Freddie Mercury.

Mother Mother: Haven’t heard much of them. “Oh Ana” is good for you if you’re interested in cool chords and anorexia(i think that’s what it’s about).

*Exception* The Beatles: Yeah I know you’ve heard them before, but just don’t let their music die. (Edit: disregard this one, I was absolutely obsessed with them when I posted this listen to the Who instead)

Arlie: Beatlesish nostalgia feel.

Jade Bird: Awesome woman on guitar who writes 90′s-type hits and throws you back to the 70′s.

Listen to them all, even if it’s just one song. Any additions?

OH. MY. GOD. WHEN I SAY MY JAW DROPPED AT THE OPENING I’M NOT EXAGGERATING. I thought this was just going to be a regular slow mix but OH BOY WAS I WRONG. This is life changing.

sunshinereddie:

HAPPY MOTHERS DAY TO MAGGIE TOZIER !!!!!

only swaggy people can listen to these tunes… 

you’re the unusual and misunderstood (yet overly bubbly) love interest in an early 2010s anti-romance movie. you frequent the coffee shop below your apartment complex and read obscure french literature in the hopes that someone will fall in love with you from afar. they never do. 

growing old hurts more when the neighbourhood you’ve grown up in changes right before your eyes 

the world is finally ending and your sworn enemy has asked you to dance. you take their hand and fall into a simple waltz as everything surrounding you goes up in blindingly beautiful rose flames 

pov: you’re the angsty older brother in a summer coming-of-age story who plays the drums, wears eyeliner, and always calls the protagonist a dweeb 

whoever said romance is dead…are you sure? 

trading indecipherable love letters in the back row of english class whilst the teacher writes up yet another detention slip for the two of us yet, somehow, i don’t seem to mind the idea of being lectured if you’re there beside me 

songs that would be considered red flags if i were a man but i’m not a man so people just assume i have an immaculate taste in music 

i’m well aware that all societal norms surrounding gender expression are godawful HOWEVER that doesn’t mean i don’t constantly wish that i was a male member of cobra starship in the early 2000s 

posing for the old photo-booth by degraves street and smoking in the city parks and making out in the graffitied alleyways. modern romance at its finest. 

songs for kinning an angry white man and punching a hole in the wall 

you’re thirteen and you’re currently watching slc punk on your friends parents old telly. you don’t have much going for you but, in that moment, you feel inspired. absolutely no one is surprised to see you with blue hair the next day. 

do you relate to the mother-daughter dynamic presented in the 2017 film entitled ‘lady bird’ or are you mentally stable? 

*:･ﾟ*+:｡.*:･ﾟ✧*:ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚ᵕfairy in the forest꒳ᵕ˙˚˙.｡:+**:ꔫ༺♡༻.˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

pretending to be the main character in a low-budget early 2000s indie film is definitely not the greatest coping mechanism but it sure as hell does make me feel on top of the world when i manage to romanticise grocery shopping 

slow dancing songs for saturday evenings 

songs to get you through the treacherous holiday season <3 

not to be a manic pixie dream girl but sometimes all you want is to listen to the cure on an mp3 whilst wistfully staring out of the train windows, fingers wrapped around a book of existentialist poetry. you do not intend to read it. 

soundtrack for wandering around your abandoned childhood neighbourhood 

the audial manifestation of what i believe it would feel like to fall from heaven 

for moments when all you crave is to turn back time and revert back to those years where seemingly nothing mattered but everything was exhilarating  

debilitating intrusive thoughts but make them ~groovy~ 

songs reminiscent of coming of age films but instead of a coming of age film it’s an unwatched four-hour-long lecture i need to watch for a class i hate  

one of those rare holiday playlists that don’t contain michael bubles entire discography BUT still has enough festive cheer to get you through December 

halloween is around the corner time to yearn <3 

enby’s have five moods (absolutely no more than five): despise chest, engage in a slightly homoerotic sword fight with your mortal enemy, love chest, tattoo generic my chemical romance lyrics on thigh with sewing needle, and buy taxidermy rats in clown costumes off the black market 

how many souls do i need to destroy before the devil finally rewards me with tickets to the local halloween haunted house? that’s all i want. just one visit. 

sometimes i delude myself into believing i’m as cool as dorian gray but then i sit down, breathe, and realise if anything, i would be basil hallward. basically i’m broke, immensely gay, and deeply in love with someone who doesn’t love me 

sitting in a cemetery pretending to be a cool goth teen from the 1980s but really just being someone the townspeople write cryptic horror stories about 

playlists for when you want to gatekeep popular bands <3 

looking at the red figures on my alarm clock and realising it’s 3:00am yet again, time to deem myself unloveable and cry to phoebe bridgers i guess 

become the indie kid who aimlessly drives around town in their parents beaten up subaru whilst playing surf curse with the windows rolled down. passersby will think you’re the main character even though you still can’t book your own dentist appointments without hyperventilating

each morning i apply thick, patchy eyeliner before walking down to the street corner and barking at men to assert my dominance. what a rush. 

i don’t think i’m built to be loved passionately and perhaps indulging in romantic fantasies is unwise but here we are, painfully waiting yet again

all gen-z girls know is get groomed on kik, nicotine dependecy, be bicurious, instagram activism, dabble in 100 gecs, eat nothing, and lie (”female manipulator” playlist)

if year eight me had self-awareness it would have been OVER for y'all but alas,,,all i had was drugstore eyeliner, all time low shirts, and ao3

kate bush dancing to wuthering heights but it’s just me alone in my room

songs to drive impossibly fast to 

songs to play on your ipod nano whilst indulging in unrealistic fantasies as a coping mechanism x 

open invitation for any alt girl with a decent music taste, doc martens, or an obsession with tarot cards to both possess and step on me 

kids in my class are considering becoming cops so from now on i’m devoted to nothing but the tedious task of playing anti-fa songs within their earshot at any given opportunity until they confront me 

songs which i envision would be played when either a) slow dancing in the middle of an empty prom hall at two am or b) drinking black coffee before driving off down the open highway, on the run from the police  

middle aged dads in hawaiian shirts on their fiji vacation

have you been emotionally attached to a character from skins for so long you’ve become to adopt their unhealthy coping mechanisms and mannerisms or are you normal?