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I am the living, breathing embodiment of theAh shit!
Here we go again!meme.
I have never wanted to get married more than when I listen to Married in a Gold Rush.
(I have also never wanted to find myself in a literal gold rush.
Relationships are exercises in futility, suggests How Long?
And yet, How Long?
makes me want to bundle all of my insecurities and pursue happiness anyway!
These were cute Columbia boys singing weirdo songs about punctuation and melancholy andbeing little list-makers.
Their music was onGossip Girl!
Bambina makes me want to be carefree, but it cautions me against being careless.
Stranger makes me want to stitch together small memories because Ill never be this young again.
Unbearably White makes me want to let one single, dramatic tear fall down my Fenty-covered cheek.
Last weekend I existed entirely on tequila and Harmony Hall.
Vampire Weekend was the first band I listened to because I read about it in a magazine.
(Hello,Kyle Scheible, a.k.a.
Timothee Chalamet inLady Bird!)
