я на коленях перед митски

To any one who is seeing this, you are loved, and even if you don't feel enough, you are perfect and wanted. Forget about the toxic and rude people just be happy and enjoy life. Be in the moment and enjoy it.

it’s just that i fell in love with a war

I knew you were but I wished you just told me instead

It’s just that I fell In love with a war 😩

WAS IT THE GOOGIE MAN -

Goodbye, My Danish Sweetheart - Mitski

Mitski - Because Dreaming Costs Money My Dear

Escape

Real Men - Mitski

Anthems For A Seventeen Year-Old Girl

Anthems For A Seventeen Year-Old Girl (From "I Saw the TV Glow")

Inspired by a little social media addiction. (c) R.Thorpe July 2025

Silicon Gods

Puberty 2

Crack Baby

Bury Me At Makeout Creek

First Love/Late Spring

Sorry, Mom

Destroy Boys - I Threw Glass At My Friend's Eyes And Now I'm On Probation

Be the Cowboy

A Pearl

Me and My Husband

Papa Cremp

Teenage Girl

Bag Of Bones - Mitski

Make Room

Crybaby

Vixen

Fences Single

Fences

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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