Manchester Orchestra - The Million Masks of God (April 30, 2021) Album • Page 145

LOL

 

Oh, look what you’ve done

 

if we are sharing damning private messages.....

 

Lmao I felt fucking terrible for multiple reasons during that

 

I definitely saw my first in person breasts watching MCR at Warped Tour.

 

Did you bust to Jet dog?

text me this story sometime

 

congrats on the handsex

 

congrats on the eye sex

 

as the resident Australian in this thread I would once again like to wholeheartedly apologise for the existence of Jet

 

Ok NOW we can send this thread to the band

 

This thread rules now

 

get out

 

Like give me a waterbed, a nice pair of noice canceling headphones, and a copy of Giles Corey’s Deconstructionist, what a trip that would be. Oh and a sleep mask and a pair of oven mitts for true sensory deprivation.

 

im not one to kink shame, but eye sex sounds painful.

 

truly the best it’s been

 

Waterbeds as a concept overwhelm me

 

Don’t shame me for wanting a bed made of water

 

In all honesty, waterbeds are the worst.

 

Handjob on a waterbed
I’m not alone but it sure feels like someone left

 

Waterbeds complicate homeowners insurance.

 

In my younger and more vulnerable years Andy Hull gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since.

“Whenever you feel like criticizing any one,” he told me, “just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.”

He didn’t say any more, but we’ve always been unusually communicative in a reserved way, and I understood that he meant a great deal more than that. In consequence, I’m inclined to reserve all judgments, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores. The abnormal mind is quick to detect and attach itself to this quality when it appears in a normal person, and so it came about that in college I was unjustly accused of being a politician, because I was privy to the secret griefs of wild, unknown men. Most of the confidences were unsought — frequently I have feigned sleep, preoccupation, or a hostile levity when I realized by some unmistakable sign that an intimate revelation was quivering on the horizon; for the intimate revelations of young men, or at least the terms in which they express them, are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions. Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope. I am still a little afraid of missing something if I forget that, as my friend Andy snobbishly suggested, and I snobbishly repeat, a sense of the fundamental decencies is parcelled out unequally at birth.

And, after boasting this way of my tolerance, I come to the admission that it has a limit. Conduct may be founded on the hard rock or the wet marshes, but after a certain point I don’t care what it’s founded on. When I came back from the East last autumn I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart. Only Rivers Cuomo, the man who gives his name to this book, was exempt from my reaction — Cuomo, who represented everything for which I have an unaffected scorn. If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away. This responsiveness had nothing to do with that flabby impressionability which is dignified under the name of the “creative temperament.”— it was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again. No — Cuomo turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Cuomo, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.

 

It was just post nut for sure, I was deff vibing with the song too in the most cringey way hahahaha

 

anytime i am sleeping on an air mattress i am uneasy bc one false move could have me sleeping on the floor so yeah a waterbed sounds like i’m not sleeping

 

I genuinely don’t understand how waterbeds work.