No longer relevant.

every big shot is a hunter
every hunter’s got his prey
you can tell me I’m a good sport
but that doesn’t make me game

I showed up early to your costume party
dressed up like a pharaoh
I really should have come as Robin Hood
and done myself in with the arrow

In the way that “Anthems For A Seventeen-Year-Old Girl” is a touchstone moment in the life of any worthwhile female I’ve ever met; “Fire Eye’d Boy” is as close as I get to having an anthem of my very own at age seventeen.

As I slip further and further away from the intelligent, active and emotionally conscious boy I was I think the more I need this song as an anchor to a time period where I felt particularly alive, worthwhile and lovable.

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Broken Social Scene: Anthems For A Seventeen Year Old Girl

Used to be one of the rotten ones, and I liked you for that…

I am a barbarian, sometimes
Been a barbarian, most of my life

Music to dance home in the rain to.

Somehow, it’s already been eight years since I first heard this on a rooftop outside a friend’s bedroom window. It still hits me now as it did then and I’m not sure how anyone could write a song that would encapsulate all of the emotional range I’d ever have into four minutes and sixteen seconds.

So I’m going to listen to it today. Because I’ve listened to it almost every morose moment of my life since that day, and I don’t think that’s going to change anytime soon.

You may as well too, you’ve got four minutes and sixteen seconds I’m sure.

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“It’s just so strange. You used to love me, and now you’re a stranger who happens to know all of my secrets.”

— Clementine von Radics (via moonbrains)

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youth&beauty always matter more in retrospect and it makes me wonder how much of that power I have left

LCD Soundsystem - New York I Love You but You’re Bringing Me Down

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“Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mum and dad’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.”

— The Winter of the Air (via foodbeersexwhatever)