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olivesjaw · 9 months
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"I’m so tired, I’m so fried from the failure inside my mind. I think I’ll hide, I think I’ll die, and quit this life-bit for a while”
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vickibmphotos · 6 months
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Fiddlehead. Toronto. 2023
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guerrilla-operator · 8 months
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Fiddlehead // Fifteen to Infinity
Well if I’m gonna die then I wanna die with you right by my side, Layin' there dead in a big ol’ bed after a long and well lived life. And if I’m gonna live then I wanna live with you right by my side, hand in hand sitting on a park bench in every stage of life.
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captainpirateface · 3 months
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bogatzke · 9 months
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Fiddlehead - Death is Nothing to us
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stigmatamama · 9 months
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Look at me when I’m on fire
I can’t smile
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ikkiba · 4 months
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Fiddlehead - Death is Nothing to Us - 2023 (Full Album)
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senorboombastic · 6 months
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Listening Post - November 2023
Words: Andy Hughes What’s been tickling your fancy of late? Well we can tell you what’s been ticking ours – something we’ve been doing for the past 10 years (an occasion we’re celebrating throughout 2023!) Every month we focus on twenty tunes as part of our ‘Listening Post‘, compiling a list of the very tracks that have had us all shook up throughout the month. This month: Uplifting jazz to…
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wwunderlust · 6 months
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The sky is on fire, and it's my fault. Every parcel, every cloud is a blazing mess, flaming red and bright orange and sunny yellow and every colour in between, illuminating my pale body in warm, unearthly light. I really don’t know how it happened, and I probably couldn’t do it again (not that i should, or would), it kinda just… happened. The scorching heat emanating from the scarlet expanse all around me is crushing, and I don’t know how I’m still alive and breathing. It’s incredible. And oh so beautiful. It’s mesmerising, in such a dangerous way. I could just reach out and stroke it, run my hand through the flames, feel the fire wrap around it. Then again, I really don’t want to lose my life that’s been miraculously and unnaturally spared by God knows who. For the record, to whoever did this, I’m eternally grateful, thank you so, so much. My bare skin prickles enjoyably whenever a flame teases the space between us, warming me up and making me shiver. I know that the inferno would gladly engulf me in one last embrace, warming me up, allowing me an enjoyable death, a beautiful exit to this world, and I would allow it. Who would want to live in a burning world, in solitude, with no one to talk to, no one to touch, to hug, to kiss. That life would be crueller than death, almost torturous. Then, there is also the guilt of everyones death looming over me. I didn’t mean to do it, but I still did, and I know that it will catch up to me soon enough and absolutely destroy me, draw out my tears, push me into the flames in despair. If I die, if I end it all, I want to do it happily, not crying, screaming, clawing at my own skin, but smiling, laughing and appreciating my last seconds in the arms of the willing fire. But for now, I don’t think about that. I decide to spend a few more living moments to ponder things. It’s been so long since I’ve been able to just stand around, naked, without worrying about freezing to an untimely death. It’s a special kind of pleasure to lounge around, alone, in the nude, without any obligations. A glass of wine would be delectable right now. Maybe some fresh figs too.  I sit down on the ashy ground that feels sandy against my skin. It’s weird, but I don’t hate it. Anything other than fabric rubbing against me is welcome. Maybe I can start having sex again. I terribly miss the contact of human skin. Oh but wait… I killed everyone. How unfortunate. I’m most definitely fucked (if only), alone… but at least I’m not dying anymore. At least the Ice is gone. 
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reckonslepoisson · 7 months
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Death is Nothing to Us, Fiddlehead (2023)
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Trying to work out what it is about this kind of emo I don’t like, it is almost certainly the vocal delivery. Not the ferociousness of it but the elongation of practically every vowel and vowel-like sound. All those yeaaaaaaahs and weeeeuuuuurrghs and wooooaaaahs are tiring, no matter how nicely performed the rest of Fiddlehead’s stuff is.
Pick: ‘True Hardcore (II)’
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moistkaibagge127 · 8 months
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If all goes to worst... I could always
Die
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gastricotv · 9 months
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Fiddlehead | Fifteen To Infinity
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jinxedgods · 8 months
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thinking of how terrifying ellie must be from abby’s perspective. you’re killing some guy and this random scrawny girl busts in, but you stop her. she screams,”you’re all gonna die” but you ignore her because these are just the pleads of a desperate person, right? you go back home. you settle into routine. you aren’t paranoid at all. overnight, all of your friends are dead. you are shocked when you discover 2 of their bodies. there’s a map left behind showing all of your locations and marking progress towards eliminating all of you. you only evaded your would be killer by chance. someone has infiltrated your territory and has been meticulously plotting to kill you and your friends and you had no idea until it was too late.
you try and give up on revenge. a year-ish later you’re in an entirely different location. a slave tied to a pillar and dying of exposure. you think you’re hallucinating, but its her. its her and she’s come all this way after all this time to kill you.
and you don’t even know her name
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yashley · 5 months
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stigmatamama · 8 months
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So walk with me, and I'II walk with you out of our doom.
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