howveryfrench: I think I’ve found my favourite piece of music criticism I hate this sort of shit. Cheap grabs on a piece of work that could involve a person revealing so much of themselves in their songwriting and a whole lot of effort by so many people. I don’t mean that to excuse a piece of work that is subjectively horrible. There is a lot of bad music in the world. But if you are a music journalist, surely you have enough words in your vocabulary to construct what it is that you don’t like about it instead of a hype piece.  Why am I writing this? I don’t know. It’s 2am and I am grumpy. Whinge complete. (For the record, I do not personally enjoy or nor am I associated with Jet in any way. This post just made me think about this idea)
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howveryfrench:

I think I’ve found my favourite piece of music criticism

I hate this sort of shit. Cheap grabs on a piece of work that could involve a person revealing so much of themselves in their songwriting and a whole lot of effort by so many people. I don’t mean that to excuse a piece of work that is subjectively horrible. There is a lot of bad music in the world. But if you are a music journalist, surely you have enough words in your vocabulary to construct what it is that you don’t like about it instead of a hype piece. 

Why am I writing this? I don’t know. It’s 2am and I am grumpy. Whinge complete.

(For the record, I do not personally enjoy or nor am I associated with Jet in any way. This post just made me think about this idea)

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Don’t ask me about his lips. How they ruby and burn. Stretch full over white teeth, taut like a drum. I want him to make music of me.

Don’t ask me about his hands. The way they are scarred with stories. How they slide thick down his legs as I stare. Mouth cotton; eyes hungry.

Don’t ask me about my hunger. The way my stomach drops tight when he looks at me. The way my palms itch for his bones. Don’t ask me about my fear. The way he comes to me.

How I open my mouth to say “Yes” and it comes out “I’m sorry.”

Clementine von Radics, His Lips (via colporteur)

My loins. They did not need this. But they are grateful.

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I find it extremely impossible not to cry when I hear Stevie Nicks’s “Landslide,” especially the lyric: “I’ve been afraid of changing, because I’ve built my life around you.” I think a good test to see if a human is actually a robot/android/cylon is to have them listen to this song lyric and study their reaction. If they don’t cry, you should stab them in the heart. You will find a fusebox.

Mindy Kaling  (via taylamp)

YES. Landslide/that line kills me.

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Every bloody time.

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