gojo and kurapika

Goodbye, My Danish Sweetheart - Mitski

Real Men - Mitski

Intertwined by Dodie Clark off her new EP Intertwined!

Intertwined - Dodie Clark (Intertwined EP)

Bury Me At Makeout Creek

First Love/Late Spring

I Don't Smoke

Puberty 2

Once More to See You

Be the Cowboy

A Pearl

Why Didn't You Stop Me?

Strawberry Blond - Mitski

Papa Cremp

Teenage Girl

Bag Of Bones - Mitski

OP Hunter X Hunter 2011 - Departure

Hey guys, took a while, it's far from perfect, but i hope you can enjoy it as it is. 



Thanks for listening and supporting me!

Mix and instrumental provided by Miura jam, and female vocals by Bruna Higs

JUJUTSU KAISEN ENDING FULL COVER - LOST IN PARADISE - BrokeN Version

give me your address 
going emo
ill even learn how to fboy laugh please
bye bye light remember i love you
bro leg feels like its gonna fall off
play omega strikers with me for robux
love you kurpy baby 
nevermind vox who wants to learn nen with me *wink wink* looking at you mr wing

Sometimes, Mitski feels life would be easier without hope, or a soul, or love. But when she closes her eyes and thinks about what’s truly hers, what can’t be repossessed or demolished, she sees love. “The best thing I ever did in my life was to love people,” she says. “I wish I could leave behind all the love I have after I die, so I can shine all this goodness, all this good love that I’ve created onto other people.” She hopes her newest album, The Land Is Inhospitable and So Are We, will shine love long after she’s gone. That’s precisely how it feels: like a love that’s haunting the land.

“This is my most American album,” she says. The music feels like a profound act of witnessing this country, in all of its private sorrows and painful contradictions. Sonically Mitski’s most epic and wise album, the songs introduce wounds and then actively heal them. Here, love is time-traveling to bless our tender days, like light from a distant star.

It's full of the ache of the grown-up, seemingly mundane heartbreaks and joys that are often unsung but feel enormous. It’s a tiny epic. From the bottom of a glass, to a driveway slushy with memory and snow, to a freight train barreling through the Midwest, and all the way to the moon, it feels like everything and everyone is crying out in pain, arching towards love. Love is that inhospitable land, beckoning and then rejecting us. To love this place, this earth, this America, this body takes work. It might be impossible. The best things are.

A Pearl

Mitski

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