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Just came back to my accommodation after being away for almost two weeks;
-there’s moldy spaghetti in the sink
-there’s flies in the fridge (not even joking I can feel them crawling over me)
-there’s four bin bags sat under the table in the kitchen (bins also overflowing)
-the hallway is a mess of empty boxes and shoes
-I want to move out
#personal posts#rant#I hate it here#can’t wait to move back home where I’ll argue with my mother everyday#I wish I could afford my own place
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No cause I’ve always been so afraid to admit that I love them (I also own a pair similar)
is it controversial that I love the blue Adidas jogging bottoms... like I think matty looks so good in them??
like he always looks DELICIOUS in them idc!!
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What does one do if potentially there’s a chance she could get kicked out of university for a bad grade even though she has no backup plan and her last 15 years of life have been working hard in school to get here?
Asking for a friend.
#personal rant#this essay I worked so hard on and it wasn’t even a pass I was so confident in it#I’m freaking out and panicking right now
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I went from having 60s/70s to a 33 in my essays how tf does that even happen?
#personal posts#uni life isn’t for me I don’t think#I fr thought these last two essays were the best I’d ever written and I was so proud of them
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why does he drink like he’s playing a recorder in year five
no fucking way
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Just had a mental breakdown which resulted in me cleaning my entire room, throwing half my wardrobe out and rearranging all my furniture
#personal posts#why do I do this to myself#now sat on the kitchen floor with my dogs listening to radio x
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Happy Birthday, Matty
(these are 100% the pics Tommie would post for him for his bday)
#show me yours matty healy#Matty Healy#happy birthday roddy#tommie would make some cheesy annoying post but it would actually be really heartfelt and he’d secretly cry to it#anyway hbd Matty
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The way i get so giggly and excited when I hear an arctic monkeys song in public as if they're some kind of underrated underground band that only I know of and not fucking top 50 on Spotify
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all my friends keep cancelling plans on me lol
#personal post#I’m so bored I just want to hang out#entire days been thrown off wtf do I do with my three hour scheduled gap where we were supposed to drink coffee?
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Just for research… (no other reason…)
What’s everyone’s favorite Alex Turner era?
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it’s snowing so bad where I live and I had to drive through it on a dark road filled with road works and new layouts
It’s supposed to be spring!
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Just got my third ‘75 and second AM tat this morning
These things are so addictive
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Alex Turner during The Car tour, 2023
📸: emmapicq (via am_bee_tbhc)
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Show Me Yours | Matty Healy [47]
chapter forty-seven, act six: be my mistake
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August 29th, 2016
The bruise on her cheek can’t be hidden, the outline of her father’s hand a constant reminder of the weight she bears on her shoulders. Luckily the guys aren’t here and the meal they were supposed to be having was pushed back. Gabby had helped her with that. Telling them all that she was ill and wanted to be left alone.
That’s why Tommie is confused when she hears the familiar coded knock that Matty had made up and forced everyone to do before they entered the flat. Keys jingle in the door and it opens to allow light in from the hallway.
“Tommie?”
She purses her lips and sinks lower into the sofa, part of her hopes he’ll leave, that he’ll think she’s not sure. But then his steps get closer and begin to round the kitchen counter. She closes her eyes, makes sure her cheek is pushed into her arm curled around a pillow and waits.
“Tom?”
The sofa dips as Adam lowers himself onto it, “Tommie. Wake up, come on.”
“Go away.”
“Gabby said you weren’t feeling well. You alright?”
“Fine.”
“I know where you went, you know.”
She slowly peels one eye open to look up at him, “You do?”
“You made the mistake of telling the worst secret keeper in the world where you were going.”
She groans and shoves her face into the pillow, he can faintly hear a ‘bloody nan’ from the muffled cushion.
“How did it go?” She remains with her face shoved into the pillow and suddenly Adam is fifteen years old again, catching the train to Wales after his ten year old cousin has called screaming and crying for him to save her. He remembers that day in so much detail. The way she couldn’t breathe over the phone, the whispered breaths so her father who was passed out in the other room couldn’t hear her. Her grandparents and mother had been away for a family wedding that said no kids. She was alone, with no one.
“Tommie?”
She finally gives in and turns her face, he winces the moment he sees the purple mark. “Oh, Tommie.”
“I don’t wanna talk about it, okay?”
Adam places his hand on her shoulder, rubbing up and down her arm. He can see the tears welling up in her eyes.
“To-”
“Why can’t he just love me?”
The moment the first tear falls a whole wave follows and she’s a sobbing mess as she clutches onto his hand. He drops to his knee in front of the sofa, hand cupping her face to wipe away her tears. “He loves JJ, and Juliet, why can’t he love me? I-I stalked his wife, he’s such a good dad to them. Why couldn’t he be that for me? Do you know how many of my footy matches he missed? Do you know how many school plays he promised to be at and never showed up? How many parents' evenings he missed? How many birthdays, christmases… He’s been at every single one for that little brat.”
“Who gives a shit?” Adam says and her cries stop, knocked out of her from her shock at this new side of him. “Look at yourself, Tommie. You are an amazing woman, with people who care about you and turn up for you, you don;t need to worry about daddy deadbeat. I bet his life is miserable, I bet his wife hates him and he’ll give up eventually because he’s too lazy to break the cycle, he always has been. You know this.”
He helps her to sit up and wraps his arms around her, “You’re not alone, Tommie. I’m here.”
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July 9th, 2017
She freezes, hand hovering over the zip for her bag as she meets George’s eyes. “What are you doing?”
He looks around, all her stuff has been packed up from the bus, Button sits patiently by the door with her favourite toy in her mouth. “Tommie?”
She just shakes her head slowly and glances behind him, “It’s just me. What happened?”
“I can’t, George. I can’t do it anymore. Matty’s going to die, and I can’t- I won’t…. No.”
She tries to swallow the lump in her throat but it causes her to choke instead. George is at her side as she descends into a fit of coughs. He rubs her pack helping her to sit on the bed. “I-I-I won’t have him die in my arms. I won’t be the one to find him, George. I can’t.”
He pulls her into his chest as she sobs, her hands curled into fists around his shirt as her tears soak the collar. “Shhh, shhh, Matty is- he’s gonna be alright.”
“No. He’s gonna kill himself, George.”
“I’ll talk to him. I’ll hold him down if I have to.”
“I’m going, George. I’m going home. I’m leaving the band.”
“You can’t- we need you, Tom.”
She shakes her head, “You don’t.”
“Of course we do. You’re Tommie, our Tommie, the band isn’t the 1975 without Tommie McDuff.”
She purses her lips and sniffles, “Please don’t make this harder for me.”
He looks at his shoes, still holding her tightly to his side, one hand brushing through her hair, “I’m sorry,” He mutters quietly, “I’ll fix this.”
“It isn’t your job to fix him. Don’t put that weight on your shoulders.”
He shakes his head and plants a kiss on her hairline, “I’ll fix him up, I’ll make him better, then you can come back, and we can go back to normal.”
“There’s no normality after this, G.”
She pulls herself from him slowly and clears her throat as she rises to stand and grips her bag.
He watches her glance around as she heads for the door, he stands, hand catching her arm just before she enters the front end of the bus. “Just remember that you’re not alone, Tommie. I’m here.”
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August 5th 2017
Phoebe left not too long ago to head to the studio. Max and Button have been sleeping for the past hour and Tommie’s been drawing her sorrows in ben and jerrys.
There’s a knock on the apartment door and she raises her head to look at it, but then they knock again, and again, and then again. With a huff she abandons the ice cream and heads for the door.
Pushing herself up onto her tiptoes she stares through the peephole at a familiar brunette. “Ross?”
He grins as she swings open the door, holding up two plastic bags and shaking them around. “Hey.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Phoebe told me you were ill.”
She nods, “Yeah, something like that.”
“What’s wrong?” He sets the bags on the counter taking out the stuff inside. He seems like he’s bought an entire seven-eleven. There’s two boxes of dr pepper, crisps in every single flavour, two tubs of ice cream, many different bars of chocolate and those cookies she tried once in New York and fell in love with.
She chews on her bottom lip and watches him carefully, “Tom?” He glances over at her when she’s quiet. He knows her, knows what her silence means and the hesitation in her eyes.
She nods her head towards the living room and he abandons his food to follow after her. Button perks up as he passes and trots over for attention, Ross allows her to have it for a moment and the moment he stops to give his full attention to Tommie the dog goes back to sleeping.
“Caleb and I broke up.”
“Fina-” He cuts himself off with a forceful cough, “Oh no, are you okay? What happened?”
His fake voice gets a laugh from her and she shakes her head, “He got me… pregnant.”
“Oh… oh.” His eyes glance towards her stomach and she smacks his arm. “What is it?”
She almost straight out says dead. But refrains and lifts her shoulders to sit a little taller.
“I got an abortion. That’s why I’m ‘ill’.”
“Are you okay?”
She nods and fiddles with the sleeve of her jumper. “Guess so. I mean, I didn’t really want it, so I guess I’m not that upset.” She looks across to Button, “Besides, I got my handful with that child.”
Ross almost makes a joke about Matty being her child too. Almost. But he catches himself in the last second. “But, are you okay now?”
She nods, “I’m good, I’m really good. I’m actually kind of happy. Happier than I have been in a while.”
Ross smiles at that, his big tooth golden retriever smile she loves so much, “That’s good.”
She nods, “Just a little lonely I guess? You know. I’m so used to having you guys around, now it’s just me and Pheebs, and these guys.”
“You don’t have to miss us, Tom. We’re all a call away, you know we’d drop anything for you, right?”
She nods and accepts his embrace falling into his chest. “I just got so used to being with you all every day, I mean we’ve barely been apart for five years.”
He agrees, “It is kinda weird not having you with us, on tour. Matty’s moodier than usual, George won’t talk to him unless it’s to yell at him and Adam is just… he’s grumpy.”
“I’m sorry.”
He shushes her and shakes his head as he holds her tighter, “Don’t apologise for putting yourself first, it’s about time. I’m glad you’re happy. It makes me happy knowing you’re happy.”
She moves herself to kiss his cheek and thanks him quietly as she closes her eyes.
“You don’t have to be lonely. You’re not alone, Tommie. I’m here.”
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