I left the door open to the dark 😮‍💨

this song is one of mitski's best and im tired of pretending it's not

It's like simultaneously my least favorite song on the album and one that keeps growing on me with every listen? 😭 Still fits better in the context of this album than Horse in BTC.

“ Nobody ” and now “ Everyone ” ? How ironic from you Mitski >:(

this song reminds me of a black and gold ballpoint clicky pen for some reason

go-to😮‍💨

Mitski-Circle

wife mitski

Laurel Hell

There's Nothing Left for You

Everyone

another one - mac demarco (tiktok version, sped up, extended.)

my kind of woman sped up

Redbone Sped up and pitched (w/Lyrics)

Square - Mitski

The Land Is Inhospitable and So Are We

The Frost

Mitski - Circle

AGAIN

Bury Me At Makeout Creek

Texas Reznikoff

Be the Cowboy

Lonesome Love

Blue Light

ITZY - DALLA DALLA (달라달라)

mexican and native american
i <3 south park

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.

Everyone

Mitski

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moonie!! :3

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potathoe

Cutesy

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