Rec
🫀
if i didn’t have me i would go fucking bananas
i always know what song perfectly compliments the occasion
i know all about my broken heart
thank god
Oct 23, 2024
Related Recs
Rec
🎤singing and screaming and dancing with a buddy (or if im lucky enough, multiple buds) nourishes all the love and hope i have in my heart
Rec
🕰one of the best friendship-defining moments of my life is when i hit this track at a midday studio opening in a room full of strangers. i have this problem when i sing karaoke - i get SO EXCITED that i often blow my voice out because i can't control my breath. an acquaintance joined me in belting out the chorus, we nailed the harmonies, and that acquaintance became a life long friend. needless to say, i don't feel so ~alone~ anymore. 😎
Jul 8, 2024
Rec
🧚Honestly there’s nothing that can cure me like singing in the car can cure me. In my head in a famous singer and all the other cars are thanking at me because they can’t applaud without crashing their cars. It just makes sense.
2d ago
Top Recs from @mommyslilstinker
Rec
I fucking love it
IM YOUR BIGGEST FAN ILL FOLLOW YOU UNTIL YOU LOVE ME PAPA PAPARAZIIIIIII
IM YOUR BIGGEST FAN ILL FOLLOW YOU UNTIL YOU LOVE ME PAPA PAPARAZIIIIIII
May 5, 2024
Rec
🚬Like a dear friend . I miss how when I would smoke a cigarette it would settle into my hair , blanketing a preexisting layer of perfume. I love the way smoke seeps into the fabric of my car, my clothes, even into my skin. Smells like my parents, my grandparents. Our old house. Dads gold Lincoln towncar that we got shot at in. And last time I saw one of those, I was picking dad up from jail, and its license plate read TRULOVE.
Dec 14, 2024
Rec
🫀Loneliness prevails! I would much rather live purely in solitude for ever and ever than waste another precious second in the presence of someone who has little skin in the game of knowing me or seeing me. Hearing me! I wonder why you keep me around if all your hearts desire is to hear the sound of your own voice.
It makes no difference if it’s me or anyone for that matter.
For all you know or even care I am merely an ottoman for you to rest your feet on, or a coffee table meant simply to pedestal your various notebook scrawlings and half-read books. I am a file cabinet. I have it here, dated, what you Thought and what you felt about work, or about your friends. ask me, I have it all.
And I loved it. I loved knowing you. I wanted to. I investigated and interrogated. I poured over it all with great curiosity, praying for all my red threads to weave a tapestry of you.
but I can’t remember the last time you asked me something about myself. When the opportunity arises, and god forbid, I Take it, you can barely hold your breath. Its like a shark sensing blood. You just can’t wait to talk talk talk talk talk. But hey, it’s your life, and baby, I’m just living in it.
but I can’t remember the last time you asked me something about myself. When the opportunity arises, and god forbid, I Take it, you can barely hold your breath. Its like a shark sensing blood. You just can’t wait to talk talk talk talk talk. But hey, it’s your life, and baby, I’m just living in it.
Dec 10, 2024