*Stefan voice* This video has everything: metallic lipstick, marionettes, dancers in Ikea organizers, nail technicians, mirrored hoodies, and breakdancers on hover boards.
cruellared
cruellared
Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides
alternate title:
Last night my glass of chardonnay was like “This is a stunning critique of both the boy band industrial complex and the experience of living under the male gaze” and I was like “you make a really good point chardonnay, let’s open another pack of pizelles”.
No real story, just....Portishead.
It was march break 1998 and high-school aged ideassleepfuriously had never been to a ‘real’ concert before (i.e. one that was indoors and didn’t feature whatever silly CanCon band that was eating up time on the airwaves at the moment.) Ottawa, being smack between Montreal and Toronto,…
I made an account solely for this. Last January I saw Neutral Milk Hotel and it was obviously the greatest concert experience of my life. There was a girl in front of me who cried hysterically from the moment Jeff Mangum came onstage to the encore. I remember looking at her and thinking “Yup, that looks about right.”