i hope the get hurt and then think abt me

i lost my best friend, i miss her so much.

THEY HAD THIS AS SONG OF THE WEEK (Whoever is managing the weekly slides at my school needs help, so do I lolll)

jdlr, ik YOU wont see this but ily so much I cannot even speak I wish so badly that we were together, but it seems we cannot be together. I need you so badly I love you so so much I cant process the thought of losing you.

I love you Madie (my best friend died a few weeks ago and this song has changed for me.)

would comment but i'm on m school acc i'll make a Souncloud acc when I get home and comment from there

Mitski-Circle

Mitski - Wife

Mitski - Because Dreaming Costs Money My Dear

Laurel Hell

Valentine, Texas

Stay Soft

The Land Is Inhospitable and So Are We

Star

I Don't Like My Mind

The Frost

Heaven

Cover of lovely song by Dar Williams. Great lyrics. Moral of the story - Keep focussed on the good/the light; don't let trials engulf or destroy you. 
Produced by David Armstrong

The light and the sea - cover of Dar Williams song

Mitski - Square

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.

The Frost

Mitski

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