Fifth Harmony - Miss Movin’ On
YOU GUYS.
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Miley Cyrus | We Can’t Stop
I wasn’t going to blog this but I’ve been listening to it nonstop and it just feels right
Is it safe to say that you… can’t stop?
(Source: removethemasks)
We saw the stars when they hid from the world
You cursed the sun when it stepped to your girl
Maybe she’s gone, and I can’t resurrect her
The truth is she doesn’t need me to protect her
We know the true death — the true way of all flesh
Oh would that you would kiss me with the kisses of your mouth
‘Cause your mouth is sweeter than wine and has a more complicated history than the American South
I’m kind of obsessed with this song again. Sorry not sorry.
Want U Back | Cher Lloyd
I’m obsessed with this song because it sounds like a parody of a Taylor Swift song. I don’t think that part was intentional or anything, but in any case that’s the end result. The bratty foot-stomping! The “me me me it’s all about me!” sentiment! The girl-on-girl snarking! It’s all there! This is Taylor Swift via Jonathan Swift, and I love it.
Fresh Berries for You | The Mountain Goats
Happy Easter, friends!
Taylor Swift vs. Avril Lavigne - We are Complicated
#this sounds like the act 1 finale of a teenage lesbian jukebox musical
(Source: tumboy, via christopherwhitelawpine)
the Mountain Goats - “The Boys Are Back In Town”/”Ignition”
“It’s the remix to ignition
Hot and fresh out the kitchen
Mama rollin that body
got every man in here wishin
Sippin on coke and rum
I’m like so what I’m drunk
It’s the freakin weekend baby
I’m about to have me some fun”
(via thegestianpoet)
Kiss You | One Direction
I don’t care what anyone says, this is a fucking great song.
Liev Schreiber’s chubby chipmunk cheeks <3
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