The Arctic Monkeys are releasing a new album so break out your flower crowns, because it’s basically 2012 again


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The Arctic Monkeys are releasing a new album so break out your flower crowns, because it’s basically 2012 again

Fuck, I forgot my Tumblr password

Yeah, you read that right: it is 20-fucking-18 and the Arctic Monkeys are dropping a new album on May 11, for the first time in five years. FIVE YEARS. That's basically the whole time I've been alive — or, at least, it's the whole time I've been this version of myself.

I'm shaken, rattled, and can already feel myself regressing to my angsty high school ways. Because now that the Arctic Monkeys, the soundtrack of my pre-20s ennui, are back in the picture that means it's time for a bunch of other shit to make a comeback too.

Are you ready? I sure as shit am not.

Cigarettes with writing on them

10th March 2016, It was just another regular day I went up to the pan shop. I grooved at the 'Cheap Thrills' playing on the TV. I was in a mood which you could say good and that's when we both said together, "Give me one." I got a Polo. She, a Marlboro. Judgemental looks exchanged as my eyes exclaimed, "Are you a hooligan!" while hers chuckled, "Are you a kiddo?" We didn't move. I sucked on the mint as she lit an advance. She blew smoke on my face and her exhale ended in a crescent smile as I coughed and contorted. I still gave her a mint to abstain from her bad breath. Of course she obliged and took it. That's the most cliché but a real start of a friendship that ricocheted without any introductions or knowing each other. We caught up quite many times at the pan shop. Once every week maybe. While she always talked about how she always wanted to live life full of adventures, I mostly talked about waiting my life to end after accomplishing all that I could. She taught me to be carefree for a change in just seven months of an influence. Although I did implement some of it, one day she mysteriously disappeared. Maybe she went to college to another town, maybe she found another pan shop nearby, maybe she shifted to a better way to get intoxicated, but just like a bit of optimism, maybe she stopped smoking just the way I stopped caring a lot less about people ever since. You see, that's the thing with hope, it can strike you anywhere in many ways despite you being sullen. #writer #writersofinstagram #poet #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetryofig #followforfollow #likeforlike #f4f #lfl #rajkotigers #cigaretteart #cigarettes

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Fuck. It's too deep.


I just sense that the word "vibes" is going to be rearing its ugly head once more. And I'm simply not prepared.

Liking guys who look like they're dressed up for a Halloween party

The best part about Alex Turner? Greaser hair. ADMIT IT.

Getting stick n poke tattoos

Oooh, I want a cross on my middle finger! It's so subversive.

Vampire Weekend is back IN IT now, bitches

fuk it I'm a full time hat man now

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Remember when you could get drunk from drinking one beer and you still thought life could turn out to be fun and exciting? That's what Vampire Weekend sounds like. Daddy Ezra, it's always been you.

And fuck it, let's bring Lana back too

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The Patron Saint of untreated depression and crying about my boyfriend who cared more about dubstep than hanging out with me.

'Drunk texting'

You know, the kind of "drunk texting" where you say all of your very real feelings in one semi-coherent paragraph in the early hours of the morning? And also you might just be totally sober? But you want an easy out when you've calmed down tomorrow and don't want to confront your demons in the light of day? Haha. Classic.

Fucking somebody who owns a record player (because they own a record player)

The sex? Mediocre. The difference in sound quality? Honestly, not even that noticeable.

Shopping at ModCloth again

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I just ordered like, three polka dot skater dresses. Fuck.

Writing sad poetry


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Oh, did somebody order a bunch of heavy-handed metaphors about my "bad" relationship with my dad, who is only human and earnestly trying his best to connect with me?

And duh, it's motherfucking Tumblr season

Pizza??? – #Pizza #PizzaGalaxy #galaxy #Galaxypizza #pizzaslice

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