Breaking up with your girlfriend after the homecoming game your senior year of high school
Waking up to her and holding her in our bed in our house where we built our lives. I can see out the window; it's snowing but I feel so warm. It's yellow, the draperies are yellow. The blanket we both lay under is yellow. I feel yellow. The whole room feels goddamn yellow. She's not fully awake, her eyes are closed. I can smell her dark brown, straight hair, fresh daises. She still holds onto me. I can feel the warmth of her body. We become one as I feel the heat of room. I want to hold her forever. I want to be with her forever. This is perfection. She moves slightly, and looks up to me My wife is finally awake, her crisp blue eyes open and I gaze into the warmth of love. She smiles a loving smile that only she can give.
She says, "Good morning."
Rolling over in a bed with 3 of your best friends, 2 girls and one guy, while the album is playing. It's 4 AM. Everyone is trying to sleep but no one is succeeding. You're laying next to a girl you're really into. She starts cuddling with you. You are about to have the best summer of your life even though your girlfriend of 2 years just broke up with you. Everything's gonna be alright. You're finally happy. The sun's starting to rise.
Don't worry mang, true love will find you in the end.
You want to go back together, you realize what you've done wrong, you know you can make it work.
You walk down to her house, 'cause some things should only be said in person.
You knock on the door, and a shirtless, taller, more handsome guy opens the door and greets you kindly.
I believe in God. He is all around us and all of us. He is the sunrise which you gaze, he is the sand between your toes, he is the beaten metal of the city, he is the embrace of a loved one, he is the group of skaters you pass on the street, he is the great sky that surrounds our beautiful planet. I am God. You are God. We are all God and God is us all.
In real life I'm a fedora tipping atheist, but this album makes me believe.
Strung out in the park at 2am at the height of my depression thinking of the girl that took my virginity and trying to find a party to crash
Realizing that moving away from your best friend to theoretically go to a university near your new house whenever you can properly afford it was, so far, the dumbest fucking decision of your life as a young adult.
>Accidentally slamming your dick in a car door while pulled over to take a piss in the middle of the desert while on a solo cross-country roadtrip, and you realize your keys are locked in the car, along with your phone so you can't call for help, so you wait for 2 days before potential dehydration forces you to rip your own dick off so you can break into your car, get your phone and call an ambulance telling them you no longer have your dick, but the operator just says "you never had your dick" and hangs up
Known each other for a very long time. Very intimate. We showed each other a lot of bands and all. After 2 years i go and meet her. Traveled to another state and that shit. We meet up at the beach and it's more than perfection. She is as radiant as the sun's reflection on the waves crashing upon the rocks. We put this on, smoke a bit and spend the day there, in complete and intense passion. Those were the best days of my life. Everything deteriorates slowly and painfully when i get back home. Nothing is working out. Things just start stacking up and the fights begin. We stop talking. It's close to New Year. She says she's sorry and missed me, but to this day i'm too scared to say what i feel in fear that all that had happened was in vain. I can't bring myself to say i still love her.
I can't do this anons. I really can't
Having a crush on the quiet girl you sit next to in art class but never talking to her
That one cold September night before we started uni when we all got really drunk on rum and Richard threw up on my sofa and we tried to run really fast and I fell and fucked up my knee
travelling across african countries in shitty minibuses having the time of my life, with some of the best friends I've ever made that I might never see again.
riding the train through the french/german countryside so far away from all my troubles that dont even seem like real troubles now that i'm not a kid anymore
>the suns starting to rise
Both in your life, and from the sky, I suppose?
day my mom died, driving to see my closest family members
19, drinking beer underneath an overpass somewhere in the central valley with your best friends. You recall the girl who got away, leaving you for the city lights. You stomp out your cigarette and spray paint her name on the cement, but leave it all behind when you skateboard off into the sunset
Riding the train with my ill stepfather to go to an hospital out of town to see if he's still eligible for an experimental treatment, only to find out that the disease is too advanced.
>getting elaborate feels from instrumental albums
it's the only feel suitable
That's very accurate, Here I'll do Software Slump.
22, just had to get your computer because the new world revolves around it's use. This frightens you but it also gives mixed emotions about the positive impacts and the era left behind. You also begin to wonder if the computers feels all the fear and confusion that you feel. At long last your computer obligations are finished and you can finally go back outside and skate. You power it off and before you exit you deeply hope that it will dream as you do.
>tfw you spent your highschool years wasting away on 4chan
>tfw even that might be gone soon
>tfw even though you're lonely you don't regret those nights you spent in threads making friends and having a laugh
what's a tune for this feel /mu/?
Similar, traveling Europe on a tour bus with friends and an amazing girl who I'll never see again
Just starting college, your friend circle from high school is still very close, you keep in contact and see eachother when you can. Literally all of them are in serious, long-term, sexual realtionships at this point, for a few of them, it's their first relationship of this kind. But you haven't had a girlfriend in well over a year, and aside from the (very) occasional hook-up, you don't get around a whole lot. You're not particularly depressed, but you still feel unsatisfied when you observe how fast everyone else but you is growing up.
Additionally, your parents are getting divorced at the same time and you feel like you need to be there to support your father, but it gets harder and harder when you live so far away. You worry more and more about him, especially now that you're the only family he has.
running through the mountains of Alaska on a snowmobile winter 2009 looking for my lost 8 year old little brother
he was not alive.
it's what was in my headphones as i found him
>floating in the ecstasy of love inbetween wishing you never fell into it
if you think that there is a chance that you could have the regret of not telling her follow you for the rest of your life, then you know that you need to do it.
you don't want to live everyday wondering "what if"
you move on from a "no" - a "what if" gnaws at you forever.
Visiting your mom a few states away for the first time in a while, what is supposed to be the very last time you see the house you lived in for all of middle and high school. It's all redone and beautiful. The bathroom near your room is especially perfect. It's July. You came with your girlfriend, with whom you are not in love and you know you'll have to break up soon, and you feel really, really guilty about it. You feel bad but good all at once. You know new beginnings are ahead, but only because imminent endings give way to them. You are optimistic, though wistful.
Making out with a girl Senior year of high school. She had come over to my house to study, but we were in my room and we just started kissing. I don't even remember how it happened. It was the first time I had ever made out with a girl, I took her shirt off on my bed and I can still envision her tits with golden lines on them from the afternoon shutters. I had to restrain myself from crying in front of her.
>Building Steam With A Grain Of Salt
Walking from the movie theater while it's snowing. She's beside me. We don't say anything we just look at each other. I brush some snow off of her nose. She giggles, I chuckle back. I wonder where she is now.
dropping the last of my ex's things off at her house a month after our breakup
no one is home, it's 2 pm, so i leave her books and her necklace and her spare phone that she lent me but i never used (because at the time, my phone wouldn't lock sometimes, it was a year past time for me to upgrade anyway) under the porch in a plastic bag
and driving back home, taking in that this is the last time that you'll make this drive
sitting at home later that day, remembering
Riding a ferry boat in the Pacific Northwest in late September, watching the sun go down between the mountains and the islands from the passenger deck
I am drunk. I am high on MD. It dawns on me that these things are why I'm alone. I am lonely, but I'm angry about it being my own fault.
Falling really fucking hard for a girl who has never shown interest in me while still continuing to talk to her on the daily as she is dating someone else. Getting in my car almost every night, playing this album and driving around aimlessly in the dark trying to clear my mind of her. It's raining lightly sometimes, and every time All I Need comes on I sing along to it at the top of my fucking lungs as I accelerate faster. I always wake up the next day and feel better about shit, but as the day progresses, I deteriorate.
Ive got a ferry story to. we probably went through the same route if its in the pacific northwest ?
>Riding ferry to Washington
>Leaving every friend Ive ever made, never expecting to see any of them ever again
>go through huge storm
>boat getting almost 2 seconds of airtime every other wave
>listened to the entire album like 6 times on my bunk, wallowed in sadness and thought of everything and everyone I'd never see again while the storm raged
>date a girl for 3 months
>tell her i'm love with her
>she says she feels the same
>starts avoiding me
>dont see her in almost a month
>i start to move on but not date anyone else
>she calls me
>she says sorry and that she wants to try things again
>does the same shit
>qt psychologist gf
>her mom calls me while we're on date
>'hi mom i'm with a FRIEND'
>The first album I played in the car when finally moving away from my parents house.
for me it's:
You're shattered, emotionally and physically. You've just found out your mum has breast cancer, and you feel helpless. I lay in bed, and put this on for the first time, and find a paradise. Every time I listen to that album I'm taken back then, and it hurts, but it's beautiful
This was the only album my first gf and I both liked. I never loved her, but she made me feel wanted. Time To Pretend makes me feel so wanted yet still alone.
>sophomore in high school
>have a huge crush on this freshman who I met while we performed in the school's theatre show
>only my second real crush ever
>try to talk to her more
>later find out from one of your friends that he talked to her and she called you creepy
>still had feelings for her for months
>years later, as a socially adjusted adult you still know that you weren't being creepy and she was just throwing the term around like legions of preppy high schoolers do
>she and her friends listened to this album
Misery Business made me feel pain for a while after this.
I remember getting into this album around the same time I was sneaking out at midnight to see a girl who lived an hour away in a different state. I'd show up and sneak in through her window and we'd snuggle and make out by the heater in her small room and just do whatever. Lost my virginity to her.
The song 'Still Light' reminds me of the cold winter drives back home as the sun rose, hoping my parents weren't awake yet. What I'd do to feel that rush again.
Watching a loved one slowly fade away to debilitating disease.
Fighting the voice of mental illness; falling down and picking myself up again, not giving up, not killing myself.
Storm symbolizes the fuck out of that in my opinion.
Driving from Wichita, KS to Ely, MN. Going on a 2 week canoeing trip when I was 16. In the northern parts of Minnesota there are 2 lane highways that drive through miles of pine trees. I've never seen anything like this at the time and it was hypnotizing.
Damn I miss that feeling.
Lying in the grass of a park in summer with a girl, when she visited. Looking around and seeing the small, routine activities of people as a unique and beautiful thing. Feeling connected to the world, feeling absolute contempt.
I talked to her on the phone today. Fuck I miss her and fuck has she made me believe she misses me.
going back to the town where you lived with your grandparents as a kid until your parents packed you up moved to the big city with little explanation. you're an adult now. your grandma just died last month; your grandpa died five years ago. you couldn't make it to either funeral.
you have business here, technically, but you could've done it via phone. you tell your boss the truth - you really just want to take a look at things.
and things are different. you don't bump into anyone you recognize. that makes sense; all your grandparents' kids were old people like them, so they'd be dead now. presumably the few kids you did know have moved away by now. all those quaint small store brands of cereals in big bags that only seemed to exist in this town are gone, along with the stores themselves. a wal-mart has replaced three or four stores. of course the blockbuster is gone, the arcade. the bookstore.
you decide, maybe on a whim - but deep down inside, you know you planned this - to visit that old house. it wasn't in town, it was on the outskirts. by the time you get there, the sky is deep purple and orange. really, you should be getting back home. no one likes driving in the dark.
two stories. white paint. green shutters. the lawn's unmowed. no one's moved in since your grandparents died. it's not even for sale. it just...is. is that weird? is there some process here that didn't take place?
the front door...you're already trying it. it's not even locked. you head inside.
the place is bare. at this, you're half-surprised. the attic is a different story, though. all those old boxes of papers and books and journals you brushed past as a kid playing with your transformers?
they're still here.
this feels weird. it feels wrong. there's got to be a mundane explanation - movers were too lazy, or forgot, or no one noticed the (admittedly well-hidden) attic door - but something about this feels off.
your eyes are drawn to a large, leather-bound book - "1969" is the only thing on the cover. it's a...manifesto of some sort? a scrapbook? there are photos inside, clearly your grandparents back in their salad days. they lived in some sort of commune, or maybe even motorcycle club. your grandpa, wiry and muscular, shirtless every other photo, bearded and smiling in all of them. hauling wood, sitting on and around motorcycles. he didn't have a beard when you knew him. your grandma's by his side in every picture, hair down to her hips in long denim skirts, smoking joints, sitting by campfires, and she's gorgeous. you look down at yourself. pale, pudgy. earning money to buy food to live long enough to go back and earn more money. your oxford's got mustard on the collar.
your grandparents are completely different people in this book, it's crazy. your grandpa, when you knew him, was a stern and grouchy old dude. there's a vaguely religious tint to the pictures and the text, but you can't really place it. it was the 60s, or at least the end of it. this was clearly some new-age deal, and probably only lasted a while longer.
your grandma was never this cheerful, either. this is weird and intimate. it's like stumbling in on them having sex or something. you weren't meant to read this. and the tone of the text - stream of consciousness, first-person, third-person, second-person, switching between subjects at whim - slowly grows more...fervent. or reverent, or something. hand-written passages begin to slip into the typewritten pages, first as minor corrections to dates, then whole sentences crossed out, then whole passages, all in various peoples' handwriting.
hey, there's your mom, as a baby. 1974.
it's full dark outside now. the wind is picking up, and every ten or twenty minutes there's the pitter-patter of tentative raindrops, never coalescing into a storm but getting a little louder each time.
by the halfway mark, it's all handwritten.
and it's weird, whatever the writing is *about* still hasn't come to you. there's something about the words, some slippery form of rhetoric or trick of grammar, going on. you can't quite get a hold of them and chew on them like you would normal words...no, that's not right. it's just been a long day. you can't concentrate. you consider bringing the book home with you, but decide against it. if you're going to finish reading it, you're going to finish here. this doesn't belong to you.
there's more scraps in the book now. newspaper clippings about the group. at some point they stopped being self-sufficient and moved to stealing peoples' crops. the photos become less overtly cheery. they grow more zealous. your grandpa's beard grows longer. their clothes become dirtier. and...suddenly it's not the 70s anymore. no, is this right? digital watches begin appearing. your mom, though...still a baby.
it's raining, now. hard.
big leather jackets. acid-washed jeans in the background. shit, that kid's got a game boy. you're 3/4s finished. the writing is incomprehensible insanity by now. one of the newspaper clippings is dated 1993.
the commune falls. something happens - well, happened - to the leader. at some point he got replaced. that was in 1998. your grandparents have not aged. by this point you should be 5 years old, but you haven't been born yet.
abruptly, you close the book. this is too much. you begin to take the first steps down the attic stairs...but there, in the foyer.
someone's there. you can see their shadow in the moonlight. lightning illuminates the room downstairs, briefly, revealing their reflection in the front living room window. a man, in a flannel shirt, standing there with my name out. i ain't trying to get arrested yet, i just got here. i sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared. i whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. if anything i could say that this cab was rare, but i thought nah, forget it, yo, homes to bel air.
i pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie yo homes smell ya later. looked at my kingdom, i was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of bel air.
its LA, but its raining. youre walking back from a midterm and everyone in the school is gearing up to party. you have no friends and you are about to go home to drink alone in celebration. so you pump this shit. like they do in the future. youre always sad but today you are happy, like a happy moment in a sea of depression. but more than anything, youre just sort of angry at how it all turned out.
Coming home to your parents house after realizing someone you loved didn't love you back. Wanting comfort and love from your family, but you're unable to open up to them, and then they all go to bed, and it's past midnight and you're sitting alone in the kitchen and you're trying not to cry or drink more.
>Being in a long distance relationship
maybe I'm just shallow, and am only scratching the surface of all the feels, but this one really stands out to me.
One night, you go off crazier than usual after work. You stop at the gas station and fill up the rusty can you keep in your trunk and drive home. Your wife left you for some son of a bitch loser last week. You douse your little two bedroom place, burn the shitheap to the ground, and drive north, laughing. The cops don't like that, and they get on your trail real fast. You ditch your car in the back lot of some diner and venture into the backwoods on the lowdown, sleeping in the frame of a rusted out car you stumble across.
Eventually, you realize that you can't live like this any longer and venture up back to the town to retrieve your car, hoping the cops have fucked off. The town is small and quiet and sad, and more than one of the buildings are shuttered and abandoned. You stop at the local deli and get lunch from a fat sad lady behind the counter and pull over at some yard sail and get a gun and a new guitar.
You get on the freeway, and you head north.
smoking a couple bowls with your new gf before sleep,
you start getting really into each other as "Kaili" starts. passionate sexy time until "Hannibal" ends.
as you both start to fall asleep you notice the sun starts to rise, and you're falling deep for her as "Lalibela" faintly plays in the background.
gay as fuck, but it was the best feel I've ever had. Bowls is GOAT high sex music btw.
Being used by someone who claimed to love you / first real sexual experience/not being ok to drive home because of high/ making yourself vulnerable to a psychopath/ listening to grown men make music with tween emotion and maturrity
Walking around with your friend in a city experiencing urban decay. You cough your lungs out while he drinks from a 40 and you complain about the oppression in the world, but are too drunk and lazy to do anything about it.
Standing outside the hospital. Seriously consider going in for my therapy with someone I did not want to let down. Its so cold.
I turn around, get on the bus, and cop heroin. Shoot up in a dopehouse a few miles away and cry.
>forget to study
>ace a test anyway
>throw open the door and step out into the hallway
>everyone waiting for your class to end so they can go into the room is staring
>don't even give a fuck
>not had a gf in over a year
>still has sex tho
quit complaining baby, try the feel of being stuck in a relationship with a girl that you don't like that much but you feel too guilty about hurting to actually leave
>be in love in other state
>see her once a year
>saw her last summer
>didnt have the balls to asker out
>now shes gone forever
This album makes me feel like the taxi ride to the hotel after falling in love with a girld I had only seen once. I did not talk to her and I would certainly never see again.
But even though I moved further and further away from her, I felt something I had never felt before in my life. And it felt great.
>was listening to this back when i was first starting to get into music
>telling a girl in my class how it felt like a total 'eargasm'
>i was a fucking dweeb back then
>she was a qt whom i'd have late night conversations with
>once she was looking over my shoulder to see what i was doing and i could feel her pressing herself against my arm
>kind of realized too late i had a crush on her
>she might've felt the same but it's over now
I'm way over emotional right now, but these 2 posts combined choked me up.
My best friend and I would sing the dual vocals together. He moved across state to college, and I became a lowlife addict. For a second I imagined it was him posting for me, and my response...
Have really bad clinical depression and anxiety disorder. Hate yourself more than anything else in the world. Can't enjoy anything at all. ANYTHING. Not able to sleep at all during nights. Either you wish you were dead, you're cutting yourself, you're doing heroin, or you have already committed suicide. There's absolutely no hope left in what appears to be an extremely bleak world and life. You feel alone even being around many people who love you, and even then you probably feel intense anxiety by just being around them. When you're alone, the loneliness kills you, but there's no way to fix it. If you try to tell someone about your problem, they'll just say "oh just feel better already" when that's clearly not how it works. All the tips the therapist gives don't help at all whatsoever. The antidepressants and anti-psychotics the psychiatrist prescribed aren't improving the condition either. You realize that your friend that you can trust even in such moments that you have a crush on is happy with her boyfriend. You realize that as you start to do progressively worse, your chances of having a good job and life even from an outside perspective deteriorate. Your weight starts to go up because all you're doing is staying curled up in bed because nothing can help this problem that you have. Your ability to be the social animal you once were has gone completely. Your ability to psychologically take things has gone, too. As I said before, either you're planning to kill yourself, you cut yourself everyday, you take heroin, or you have already killed yourself.
Playing basketball with a bunch of friends in the middle of the summer after junior year of high school, drinking ice tea and talking about girls and video games.
>being that dumb quiet guy and having a crush on that girl that is apparently very extrovertic but doesn't give a shit about popularity and isn't striving to fit in the crowd
i know it's crappy tumblr-core, but i fell so hard for this girl who got my to listen to this. she tried to kill herself, then we stopped talking.
Going for walks with my dog, in the middle of London, tripping on shrooms.
Realised how we are all the same thing, and the cells in our bodies are all striving towards greatness
Some songs here make me imagine riding in the back of a car with some friends by this little suburban looking neighborhood next to this little park with middle school friends
Sitting on the beach on July Morning.All of my friends are asleep just as the sun rises.I sit there on the sand,watching the sun rise,listening to Shell of Light,thinking about stuff in general.Suddenly I realize how numb I've become from all the drugs and how I've turned down almost everyone who cares about me,including my family and not even feeling uncomfortable about it.Then finding out that the only feeling I have left is obsessive love for my female best friend,which is the most awful experience in the world.
>"no souuuul....no souuuul..."
summer before I was hospitalized for my anorexia, this was all I listened to. Can't even listen to it anymore because of how mentally fucked up I was during that period.
This album inspired me to go on a "journey", per se, to discover myself. I still don't know if it worked or not.
To set the stage: I was 17, almost 18. I had been kicked out of a private high school the previous year. I had been depressed as fuck and just couldn't do the work anymore. I spent a full year just sitting at home vegetating, listening to some music and watching some TV but nothing of substance (besides some charity volunteering every so often).
But then I discovered the story behind FE,FA and I felt inspired. I decided I wanted to go on my own sort of introspective adventure. It was tough to get the go ahead from my parents (read: financing), but I did. My idea was to go somewhere I'd never been, stay a month there in a cheap motel with some cash, and just live on my own. No contact with the life I had at home. For just one month.
So I did. I got a bunch of cash from my savings account, chucked my cell phone into the lake (a little melodramatic? sure, but it felt right), burned my favorite CDs onto blank discs to bring along with my Walkman, and packed my backpack full of everything I'd need. Clothes, music, headphones, a blanket, a book, and a journal just in case I decided I wanted to write down my antics. I hopped on a train and went down to Georgia.
I got a taxi to the nearest cheap motel, got a room (I think it was $50something a night, and there I was. It wasn't cushy by any means but it felt right to be there, in a place I'd never been, all alone, listening to For Emma on a Walkman.
I lived mostly off convenience store food for 30 days. It was what I could afford, although I did go to a restaurant on my last night. I ended up losing weight though, because I didn't eat a lot. I also spent a lot of time walking around in my little bubble near the motel. This was in March, so it was a comfortable temperature with a sweatshirt on.
cont. in next post
I wrote three passages in the journal I brought, one every 10 days. I had ended up losing track of time though, I was barely even aware of the outside world after not too long. The journal entries basically just said "I'm in a motel in Georgia, kinda hungry", things of that nature. I still have that journal actually.
To this day I still don't know how my parents were okay with just sending my 17 year old self to Georgia for a month with absolutely no contact whatsoever. But it felt nice to get away from it all.
Unfortunately though, I came back from this trip still a sad motherfucker. And that's where I am now (this took place March 2013, I'm 19 now) so that's the end of the story.
Doing a shit job in school, hanging with shit people, Not practicing my Saxophone (as much as I loved it), being a self absorbed little shit who looked for pity and comfort. One year later I drop shitty people, start studying, took an honors Programming class in school, started practicing saxophone more, started looking out for myself and stopped relying on people, got a girlfriend (who was fit and hot as hell heh ). Obviously this music didn't change who I was. But they lined up so well in my life that to me The Lips' music reminds me how far I had come and how much I had matured in less than a year. And the already emotional content of this music only added to all of this.
Manically crying the day after my dog died in 2010, but was my introduction into, good music and influenced me to delve more into prog rock.
It all started out one late August last summer, at first it was just a couple of friends hanging out in the city, I got to know them better, especially one person. I have crushed on them for months now, they're in my class in college, but I never got to know them that well, since I was always an anxious and shy person. Her and I started to hang out by ourselves a couple of times, lying in the dry, summery grass, talking about stuff, listening to (pic related). 2 or so weeks pass, and she invites me over to her apartment, I feel kinda awkward, but start to settle in after a while. We order pizza watch movies, and talk, as per usual. The time flies by like wind, and soon it's midnight, I have to go home and get some late night work done, she walked me down to the door, gave me a hug, and then our lips met for the first time. I have always dreamed about this moment, but I never thought it would be a reality. I never got any work done that night, we talked online all the way until sunrise. 5 months have passed, and I have never been happier
>sophomore in high school
>unattractive, really bad with women, really shit luck with women as well
>become friends with a girl whom I always found attractive
>start to fall for her
>find out she's actually really into me
>we start dating
>crazy into this girl
>play this and other underoath albums while we make out in her car and just spend time together at the lake for hours on end in the middle of winter
>i have limited experience with relationships and no experience with this depth of feeling
>totally autist the fuck out and smother her with texts ever two fucking minutes
>cringeworthy shit like "are you mad at me?" and "are you okay?" if she didn't respond like immediately
>she eventually grows tired of it
>i'm a wreck for months
>think of killing myself
>last song says something to the effect of "it's not the end of the road" or some shit
>don't kill myself
Looking back I was a goddamned melodramatic faggot but I'm glad it worked out the way it did. She apologized for how she went about things a couple years later and I said that I was glad she did, otherwise I would have never realized what I was doing was cringeworthy.
I was just cringeworthy all together in high school to be honest
Riding the bus to Uni.
it's 5AM and still dark as shit.
Drizzle gently falls on the street.
The bus is empty and quiet.
You look through your window and see your old school.
You remember your old friends.
You remember love.
You were never loved by anyone.
Today the girl you love is gonna prove you otherwise.
Driving back from your summer cabin after some crazy nights partying with all your best friends, as the sun sets across the california hills and you're speeding down the highway and thinking about how summer is ending soon and you won't be seeing these people for a long time, but loving the shit out of life.
Taking LSD running in the middle of the highway looking at the cars coming straight for you and envisioning them as 100 girls running at you
>You feel the late summer air blow in your face and you wake up from a deep sleep
>It's sunrise, and you're laying in a patch of grass on a beach ~5 minutes away from your home, out of sight
>There's nobody around, and you can only hear the sand drifting, the waves gently flowing in, and the seagulls calling
>That is, until you turn your head to the side to the person resting in your arms
>The girl of your dreams
>You smile and grab her hand as she wakes up
I haven't actually seen this movie, so the feels this album give me aren't tied to it.
Walking down a lonely road in the suburbs at night during the summer. The houses you pass are far apart, and there's no one in sight. There's a cold breeze in the air, despite the blistering days the sun brings. Everything that once brought you comfort and joy is slowly slipping away from you, as you've lost your comfort for this particular brand of loneliness. At one time, you could travel and see the world alone, and it didn't seem quite as crushing to be alone. Now, the prospect of walking around this familiar place is too much to take. You occasionally break down in tears in a crumpled mess, knowing no one will be able to see you. Everything has changed.
You're in high school, driving around a neighborhood street. You've been dating this girl for a few months, she's into a lot of "indie" music. You're mostly into more abrasive genres but you give it a try. There's nothing special about it, nothing too jarring or original. There's a semblance of something experimental, but maybe it falls on deaf or unwelcome ears. But it reminds you of her. In every way it reminds you of her.
Smoking pot in a hookah with your best friend and a girl you both like in the summer and then freaking the fuck out while your friend is driving because you got waaayyy too high and you felt like he was going to crash.
One of the worst nights of my life.
finally getting together with the girl youve romanced in your mind dozens of times and made into an unrealistic ideal. realizing that she isn't - can't be - what you've always wanted her to be, and pulling away. eventually crying like a baby one night and sending her a 500 word text explaining why this can't work and why it can never work.
this album is the moment she responds with an even longer text, and thus begins the love of your life. yesterdays ideals become todays realities
It really is funny how context can effect a song so much. Building steam to me is more about using a winter's day looking out on the cold and grey buildings through your window in your dark apartment, realizing that you're slowly running out of time, and that the more you sit there the less motivated do you feel to do something about it, and that are now goals and opportunities in your life that you now have missed, and as you look at the busy street below, you wonder how many people feel the same way.
itt: a bunch of fucking indie casual fuckwits talking about generic indie drivel. i could not agree more with you. other than using gay as a pejorative, i'm 100% with you. mu has god awful taste if this is the standard.
it's almost as if everyone here is underage and are getting into >muh babies first indie album xDDD pitchfork likes it xXDDD
This album but a different image
Whenever I listen to it I imagine this past summer, riding through the mountains of Guatemala blasting it through garbage earbuds while looking out the windows of our bus to see Lake Atitlan and San Juan and San Pedro and all these beautiful, fascinating people and stuggling with wanting to break up with my long-term girlfriend. However, the more I would listen to My Girls, the more it made me remember why I loved her. And because of some errors on my phone I didn't have the entire album on my phone- I finally fixed that right before I left. I was listening to the album in full right before we departed the country, and I was at the tail end of Brothersport as the plane was taking off. It was such a visceral experience. I haven't let go of that album yet, and I probably never will.
Walking home from work, it's just after 9 pm, it's snowing softly, you're cold and tired of doing the same thing everyday. You don't know why you bother, your girlfriend just cheated on you before your 22nd birthday and now you're left on your own.
Months later you meet a girl who loves in Ireland. You talk to her everyday and you both start to fall in love. She's not like the others. Her heart is pure. She wants you...
And then you wake up.
3/10, generic emo shit
4/10, fucking awful.
4/10, standard and bland album
5/10, ayyy lmaoooo
1/0, you literally have to have the worst taste to like this pop punk shit
7/10, so far only good album
1/10, just as bad as taking back sunday. kill urself
7/10, don't know how its sad tho
6.5/10, reasonable pick
7.5/10, so far best itt
7/10, a consistent band
1/10, kill urself. i didn't know mu has so many underage bait in here
8/10, predictable but still short of amazing
7/10, i'm blinded by personal bias on this one
7/10, don't really see the 'sad" aspect. nice story tho.
6.5/10, bretty good
2/10, kill urself indie fag
5/10, shaking the habitual is 10 times better
7.5/10, right on
3/10 p4k kid xDDDD
0/10 literally trash.
2/10, i didn't people liked this
8/10, i feel ya brother.
7/10, damn sad
6.5/10 this is a pretty catchy album. nice story
overall verdict: jesus I had no idea mu has such shit taste.
Walking around a snowy town surrounded by forest as the sun goes down, thinking about life as you watched your breath make steam in the cold winter's air. Gloomy state of mind, but happy because you're finally coming to terms with things and that makes you feel much better. You don't see a single soul, only streetlights and headlights. Life is getting better and you realize that.
Junior year of high school, very much in love with a girl. She's completely perfect in my eyes, but I am a shitty boyfriend anyway. She cheats on me and we break up. Overwhelmingly depressed, end up smoking a ton of weed every day to deal with it. Ends up just making me 100x more anxious and paranoid. Like 5 years later, whenever I listen to this it's like I'm time traveling back to that time.
I know it's cheating with a concept album, but:
You're trying to repair a sinking ship. You know it won't stay afloat, and you know you're going to drown in it, but you still try because there has to be a way. There just has to. You try until you're completely submerged, and then you let go.
Eventually, someone finds you. Unconscious, but still alive. Why couldn't you just be left alone? You didn't want help. You were at peace. You start yelling. You want to escape, but you can't. It feels like you're back on the ship again, but it keeps getting smaller and smaller.
Then you wake up, on that same sinking ship.
Did you even read the subject of the fucking thread
>Albums that give YOU very specific feels
Please be aware that the feels stated ITT mostly apply to the person posting them, not everyone, you fucking dingus.
Spent a month in a mental hospital. Last album I listened to before I went in.
Building Steam was perfect for that one level of Splinter Cell, now that's all I can think of when I hear it
i appreciate you actually reading everyone's posts, but seriously... rating other people's personal experiences?
promising yourself that you wont get drunk for the 6th time in a week but doing it anyway and realizing your trapped in a cycle of behavior that's nearly irreversible unless you make huge lifestyle changes you are not prepared to make
Drinking alone and trying to find some meaning
Reading American God's for the first time. Soft Bulletin reminds me of going up pike's peak in Colorado. Sufjan Stevens reminds me of my best friend in highschool. Isis reminds me of my first times drinking. Mogwai reminds me of my second girl friend since it was on when we made out.
Specifically Low Light Assembly gives me this feel but:
Playing football on a warm summer night with close friends whom you've since grown apart from.
being in a tall glass building looking at the sky and clouds rather than looking down. feeling warmth in a setting or situation that, on the surface, is cold and sterile.
really hard to explain such a beautiful piece of music. greatest thread in a while OP
riding the bus along the shoreline in grey gloomy midwinter yet still somehow enjoying yourself
Walking through the woods with a qt in a New England winter with snow everywhere, but really calm weather. You're totally warm in your jacket. Every detail around you is interesting and, more importantly, comforting.
You're in High School and you're awkward as fuck. You're nice and all but you're quiet and are pretty shy. Because of this you're either ignored or called a creep. You have a few friends but they don't understand how you feel. You just wanna feel loved.
Seriously, you have the worst fucking taste.
You've known her for years and have been inseparable as friends. You knew her from talking to her through the chainlink fence in your backyard. You both talked about your parents.
Recently you decided to go off the deep end and confess everything.
She said no.
But everything's gonna be okay. You know it'll be okay.
You're kinda sure it'll be okay.
Forgetting how to form an emotional attachment to others. Being unsure if you even want to anymore.
You've got your small group of friends, the only people that truly know you. You spent the last semester of high school falling in love with whoever sat in front of you in class.
You don't know what's wrong.
The girl you love. You're lonely, never have had anyone else. She likes you, but you're joining the military soon. It's not enough time to develop a relationship with her.
You know you won't be here for her. It'll be difficult to keep the relationship, and would hate to leave her. She's lonely, and so are you. You're afraid of what's ahead, and like usual feel like this is your only chance at love. If only you had more time... If only there was more time.
Oh, I didn't know it was personal experiances. I was just trying to sum up the album. For me this is an album that a actually got my brother into, leant it to him, and he never gave it back because he killed himself. Now I feel fucked up.
You struggle to pay the bills each month because you work casually, you think about this a lot but also don't give enough fucks to change.
You spend the week getting high, you start to feel like your whole life is one big comedown.
You deal with it and pretend you're happy anyway.
I've listened to this album through all of high school. It was my go to album for any situation. This album really made me want to make music and still to this day I look back at it as one of the biggest influences on me in all possible ways.
her. just her. everything about her. every single mother fucking thing.
It's an autumn night. You and your girlfriend are laying on the bed, stretched out. The window is open and it's a little chilly, but it's not all that bad, and neither of you really care anyway. You take a puff of the cigarette you had in your hands and pass it to her. She also takes a drag and the two of you just smile and float away.
Getting into "indie" at 16
I fell quite hard for a really cute black girl first day at community college with whom you were aquantinces with senior year of high school (moved from New Jersey to Arizona right b4 senior year.) My first true, hard crush. You talk to her a bunch over the course of a month, seeing her roughly twice a week in 30 minute - 1 hour spurts in between classes. You eventually get the guts to ask for her #, she gives it to you. We txt for roughly 2 days until I bump into her at a kiosk she is working for her alt rock station job b4 a college football game. Talk to her for roughly 5 minutes and randomly gives me free tickets to see Foster The People, saying that she'll be there and sort of coming on to me. Get really excited over this and we txt for another week. Concert comes up next weekend and I go but she never shows up claiming she's sick. Long story short, she is still chill with me next time I see her at school, but about starting a week later and ending near tail end November she grows cold and distant from me. Left me a miserable drunken wreck, and now I aimlessly fantasize about what could of been had we bonded at that concert or had I even talked to her beginning Senior year and maybe dated her. This is the soundtrack to this (and it means even more considering she loved Fall Out Boy.)
You described my exact feelings for this album.
This was kind of the first album where I went outside of my comfort zone musically. Ballads, Post Hardcore, weird experimental looped stuff (Goodbye sky harbour). When I was 15 this album was challenging. Still love it.
Walking through a forest in winter, the fir trees made white by the frost. A summit is reached, and stepping over it, an entire realm of rolling green is revealed, connecting your feet to the horizon with trees beyond count and paths and distant mountain rivers.
Not knowing what I want out of myself. Smoking and drinking whenever possible, fuck class, how can I stay up all night staring at the ceiling if I tire myself out with school? Days are getting shorter since its winter, and I have been dead on the the inside for months.
[spoiler]This is my favorite album. The feeling of controlled chaos within the tracks makes reminds me that no matter how hard I try, I'll never understand the real life normal people lead. The happiness, the intimacy, the reckless abandon. This is the closest I'll ever get to it.[/spoiler]
Almost every song on this album reminds me of a late-high school/ early life out of high school memory.
>lapsing between dreams, you're souring, or terrified, or yearning throughout. You wake up and the world is cold to you, but your dreams invigorate you enough to try. You feel static but your friends are in danger and the world is at large.
Watching the girl I drove up to North Carolina to meet after talking to her for 8 months online get dressed while I kiss her every couple dozen seconds for us to go and explore some abandoned buildings, feeling absolutely sublime and still being in disbelief that such a nice thing has happened to me after being a completely asocial NEET for 3 years.
We were together for 9 months before I broke up with her recently because she'd try and beat the shit out of me over minor things that would upset her, missing my family that she'd try to cut me off from and my being overly jealous but when things were good it was a really nice feeling
>you're going on a road trip across your home state in the winter. You meditate on your life, marvel at the space around you (a damaged place trying to rebuild) and think about the past. Sometimes your memories are clouded, like looking at your life through the frosted glass of your old home. Sometimes you park your car, it starts snowing and you tell yourself a story about your childhood in detail, one of the few you know exactly. The ending is too much to bear, so you start driving again, and your imaginings become odder. You forget what is myth and reality, what is real and what are fragments of stories you once heard. At the end you park your car on the snowy prairie, feeling solemn, giving one last thought to the past. You head to Illinois, never to return home.
Walking to work on a cold night, on my last year of high school waiting to move onto uni in the following year and what I wanted to study instead of wasting time on shit I didn't find interesting. Start thinking about the adventures of a girl finding a brand new planet after leaving earth and the adventures she has exploring and want to do a comic or something on it. Also getting sad listening to prom night because I didn't want to go my school formal because it was shit when I went last time but the girl I had crush on asked if I was going and not realizing that could of been it then and she might of liked me back.
>I also fucked up with the same girl as she went to the same Uni as me but I couldn't get the balls to tell her my feelings. She stopped replying to my text about 3-4 months ago so I gave up
>inb4 Pinkerton feels
Realising all your cynicism was wrong. The world is beautiful and you feel too ugly to exist in it. Jesus exists as a concept of pure grace and you found grace in her, though broken and confused. Wanting to be worthy of her while existing inbetween the real world and your twisted perception of it. The glory is too much, you want to kill yourself but that would mean no longer viewing it all.
Realising the first girl I ever truly loved is messed up and I can't save her for I am just as fucked up. Having a mental breakdown without anyone knowing.
Going to an indian temple and tripping on dmt. You see a brunch of incense and you sit down and the man of wisdom starts talking to you about ancient Hinduism and in the background is a brunch of mashing color flying around it. After hes done talking he disappears.
graduate from high school. all my friends leave to different states and i stay like a loser. they visit sometimes but not enough. save enough money for 4 years to finally go visit them in nyc, pennsylvania and indiana for 2 months. best time of my life. finally have to go back home. around christmas so they come too cause' they're visiting their families. spend as much time as i can with them. they slowly start leaving. only 2 qts remaining. have a crush on one of them. take them both to the airport early in the morning. drive back home while the sun comes out listening to this. cry hard.
>all my friends
You've taken a break from cruising down the Alps to the Mediterranean in your dark blue late 70s Mercedes coupe, at around midnight. You're sitting at the steamy bar of the Lucerne Palace Hotel, lighting up a cigar. You're wondering whether or not to stay the night, or to keep on driving. You've made up your mind. You exit through the back door, and into the night you drive.
I listened to this album once when walking in a snowy forest at 8PM. It was pitch black. The snow absorbed all sound there was. I seriously have NEVER experienced that much silence before, it was scary. Too bad I only had my apple earbuds... but the atmosphere really made it so much better.
She tells me that she'll move to Washington D.C in a few months for a summer job because in Michigan she's nearly faced homelessness. We're not an item, so she has sex with so many people just to feel some sort of happiness, all the while trying not to get dope to smoke and forget her days away. I reel back when she messages from out of the blue saying that she's most likely going to stay in D.C. It's not transatlanticism, so I call it something else, trying to love the idea that her bucket list includes seeing me before she moves. I try, as a writer, to put thoughts into words. But all I can think of is killing myself after our debauchery.
Four years we were together. When I first met her she was broken, grew up with abusive parents, self harming, all of that. Through those years I broke myself trying to help her, gave everything, and helped her to overcome her issues. Then she packed up and left across the country for someone else without even so much as a goodbye.
my mother was really into b&s when i was growing up. i always associate this album with memories of falling asleep in the backseat of her car on the way to church at eight in the morning.
Going through high school and being the outcast, "that kid". Hardly having any friends, the most enjoyable part of my day being driving to and from school with my sister listening to music, this bring one of the albums we would listen to. Then I met a girl online, we really got into each other, but I was in Florida and her California, Kind of Perfect was my personal theme song for the relationship.
Growing more introverted, spending less time in the real world and more attached to my computer, losing the few friends I had and not meeting anyone new. Then she met someone IRL and stopped coming online so much, eventually disappearing entirely. I was a wreck and every song on the album spoke to me.
lying on the floor and staring at the ceiling in a moment of suicidal depression after having not left the house for nearly a week, dreaming of being found and wishing i still had friends i could talk to
All I Need plays as I walk home after being dumped by my gf of 6 years who I still loved.
Takes me 3 hours to walk home when it should take 20 minutes.
>that one summer you spent sleeping on a couch in your best friend's apartment because all you could get was an unpaid internship, smoking a lot of weed, doing a lot of shit you said you'd never do, going to way too many parties, and enjoying life but at the same time wondering what the fuck you're doing with it. Why the drugs? Why the parties? Is this really supposed to be fun? Then you realize that sometimes you just want to be quiet and left alone, but you can't, because your bed is the couch, and your bedroom is where the party is, so you're always the last one to leave, and the first one cleaning up in the morning.
why the same album brings back shit for me in chronological order:
my girlfriend leaving me for her female coworker out of nowhere
being in a toxic relationship while going on tour for three months
getting left a couple years after in a really shitty way
now I'm single and turning into an asshole because I want a relationship but I know it won't be good for me
Summer starting after getting kicked out college and breaking up with your girlfriend you hated and loved dearly. Coming back to your hometown with your best friend who got kicked out with you. Not knowing anyone around anymore or anyone to pick up from and spending the day looking for ways to make money walking around the parks in your neighborhoods together and having adventures. Still strung out on the giant pile of psychedelics you're trying to get rid of together to make money to get by as the stock pile grows smaller and you wonder whether you'll make it a week or a month or god knows how long.
Going from waking up next to a person I love to wondering when they'll be home ;-;
>because there's such relief in coincidence
>a universe that finally works how you always suspected
>with yourself near the center
>as I get older I recognise that love is mostly situational
Walking a suburban street in the cold rain in the middle of the night in Seattle for no reason. 2000 miles from anyone I've ever known, unsure if anything I have ever done or will ever do has mattered at all. Wishing I would die, but knowing how goddamn beautiful it is just to be alive.
>no, we aren't ghosts
>cause even ghosts have a home to haunt