one word from you and I would jump off this ledge im on baby.

THIS IS SO SAD BRO 😭😭😭😭 I also love how every fandom is here ><

to whoever sees this, just know your perfect. you WILL find that special someone. everything WILL get better. you’ll get over them. it’s going to be okay. yes, life is so goddamn hard, but you have made it SO far. keep going. the light is at the end of the tunnel my love <3

I cant breath please don't say you love me

PELASE HURRY LEAVE ME  I CANT BRETHE PELASE DONT SAY YOU LOVE ME

the main part two

Mitski - Because Dreaming Costs Money My Dear

Dig a Pony (by Beatles)

Sunflower

Mama's Boy

Mitski - Circle

Tear Me Apart

Buy Song

Selfish

All credits go to 'Across the Universe' and 'The Beatles' 

2008 

Strawberry Fields Forever

Breakfast In America

Oh Darling (Remastered 2010)

Wish You Were Here

Puberty 2

Crack Baby

Bury Me At Makeout Creek

First Love/Late Spring

Last Words of a Shooting Star

Francis Forever

Be the Cowboy

Nobody

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.

First Love/Late Spring

Mitski

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