Hefner - The Hymn for the Cigarettes
How can she love me if she doesn’t even love the cinema that I love
TOTALLY, Darren Hayman.
this is the lyric i relate most to, if only because of how damned interchangeable it is:
like, along with the cinema bit, i feel like saying, all the time:
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How can he love me if he doesn’t even love the…
act of mussing one’s hair up like morrissey
yelling at jeopardy! on TV
shitty/life-altering “teach yourself history” books from the sixties
reading about cults and miscellaneous psychological warfare
tuxedo kittens
whimsical french bandits from truffaut movies
colored tights
people who ironically sing along to techno-cher at giant grocery while shopping for produce
scary rickety rollercoasters
the lesser panda
that i love?
i could go on but i won’t.
2 years ago