arctic monkeys might be one of my most liked bands
but the band reminds me of my ex so, insanely much. he introduced me to the genre, and he looks and sings like alex turner. (slightly. not a lot, but just enough to make me make the connection.)
listening to the arctic monkeys is the most painful daily activity i have ever introduced upon myself. i love the band so much but it hurts so much to even think about them because of the association with all those painful memories and yes, i literally cannot stop listening to them.
the music just pulls me into this strange realm of sentiment, depression, nostalgia for something that has never happened, and a post breakup heartbreak that has continued even though the relationship ended 4 months ago.
in a small world on an exceptionally rainy tuesday night. in the right place and time.
AM, arctic monkeys.
We are the sentience in your broken machines
And yeah, its really quite more painful than it sounds
I would take a bullet for garlic bread
who would shoot a garlic bread
Just do it, I promise it isn’t supposed to be sad.
Just reblog and wait. You will see.
i really just want someone to care