“If I could have chosen, I would have been born a woman. My mother once told me, she would have named me Laura.” 

tom gabel of against me! comes out as transgender and will soon be living, still happily married to her wife, as laura jean grace.  

owen - everyone’s asleep in the house but me

won’t someone sing into my mouth? sold this album for me

jamessharpe:

Cloud Nothings - No Future / No Past

give up, come to.  we’re through.  no future, no past

end of a year - composite character

Understand people have the right to be tasteless. 
Approach doors with confidence and not fear. 
Attach yourself to people who are funny, distance yourself from uptight squares. 
Embrace the media. 
Try new things.

WITHOUT A BROKEN HEART, YOU’VE GOT NOTHING TO SING ABOUT

boris smile - the battle of miss little

don’t give up, miss little

when the chips are down, you’ll make your masterpiece

keep your chin up, miss little

when the big guys fall, you’ll still be standing tall

i won’t give up, no no no 

i won’t give in, no no no

gregorysmusicrecommendations:

First Aid Kit - When I Grow Up

you’ve got cucumbers on your eyes, too much time spent on nothing, waiting for a moment to arise

xhandsomedevil:

forget you all the time by cloud nothings

i’m alright, i just forget you all the time.

rainer maria - southpaw

“black eyes, black threads and bandages for the fight

who are the odds on, me or him?

how many tricks do i know?

and how can i soften the blows?

or can i avoid them all together

but my heart isn’t in this

i’m supposed to be a seasoned fighter

it feels like my first hit 

i didn’t see this coming anyway

and it hurts like hell

so don’t tell the crowd

but i’m going to let my guard down

you’re the only one now”

I recall once on the church steps,
When I moved to kiss your chest,
How we paid such close attention
To each sweet and stuttered breath, 
I should’ve stopped to paint our picture,
Captured honest pure affection,
Just to document the difference 
between attraction and connection.

I can see all of my friends and 
I break into empty buildings, 
When the coast was clear,
With backpacks full of beer,
We’d throw our bottles from the rooftops
At this city-it looked endless.
Guess I still don’t see the difference 
between real purpose and that urgent adolescence.

And I remember in a basement sharing sweat
With all these stranger boys and girls, 
“We’ll change the world!” We sang, 
“We’ll change the world!” But,
Nothing seems to change and
They say none of them will listen, 
But I still see much more power in that basement 
than in heartless politicians.

And if we get beaten by this winter, 
If we get strangled by regret, just
Let our love of life and tension 
Gasp in sweet and stuttered breaths, and
Have them lay us in a basement,
Smash some bottles on the ground, and
Say we couldn’t the difference 
between the feeling and the sound.

Remember not our faulty pieces,
Remember not our rusted parts,
It’s not the petty imperfections that define us but
The way we hold our hearts,
And the way we hold our heads,
I hope they write your names beside mine 
on my gravestone when I’m dead.
And when we are dead let our voices carry on 
To find a better song.
To find a better song and sing along

vizwrtsic:

Iron Chic - I Always Never Said That

life is weird but were together here
so what’s the use in being normal
burn the village and take what’s left
do the things that we’ve been doing to death.
taking things too seriously
that’s a motherfucking time bomb
so bite the bullet and take a breath
look at me I’ll be laughing to death
If I hear another word about a better place
I’ll paint these walls with my fucking brains
you say I wouldn’t but if I did you don’t think I’d go to hell for it
I agree and then we laugh
a cosmic joke or a master plan?
the best part of it is
either way we couldn’t give a shit.
there’s no answers, so take a guess and make up the rest.
I may start to reminice about better days
or the obliteration of the human race
if it never fucking ends
I can’t begin to make sense of it
so let’s agree we’ll always laugh
not miss the joke and do what we can
to take it all with a grin
and not be so fucking humorless 

animal collective - my girls

“there isn’t much that i feel i need
a solid soul and the blood i bleed
but with a little girl, and by my spouse,
i only want a proper house

i don’t care for fancy things
or to take part in a vicious race
and children cry for the man who has
a real big heart and a father’s grace

i don’t mean to seem like i care about material things,
like a social status
i just want four walls and adobe slabs
for my girls”

this song reduces me to jello in a (five minute and forty-three second long) half second.

guillemots - made-up love song #43

“the best things come from nowhere.”