who ran from 𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔫 𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔩𝔢𝔰 , underneath a 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀 𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓰 ? do the 𝙩𝙚𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 on your mantle , illuminate that 𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 ? you’re the 𝕤𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕝 in my sandal , that’s ˢᴸᴵᶜᴵᴺᴳ ᵁᴾ my heel – you’re a 𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙡 𝙥𝙪𝙣𝙠 .
“Y/n, hey!” Robin waves the second you enter the small video store, the smell of freshly cleaned carpet and plastic invading your senses. You and the other girl were quick to become friends, getting on over your shared love for certain movies. “What are we in the mood for today?”
“I’m not sure, but… I do need to return this.” You smile, gesturing to the tape in your hand, and she bounds towards you, leaving behind her trolley of returned tapes.
I wish Carrie & Lowell felt less like a sucessful exercise in generating “Sadness” and more like a collection of songs that the artist cared about writing
this is so funny the guy from car seat headrest thinks Carrie & Lowell is disingenuous. next up, Elvis Depressedly on why Elliot Smith was a fraud
