HELLO I LOVE THIS

HELLO I LOVE THIS 🤣

Thinking about that one time in mythology class where my prof used a thorki fan edit on one of the norse gods slides

Ghost Riders in the Sky...

two fellows going places where they probably shouldnt go on a horse with too many legs

I think you're looking for this:

"We were around age 13 and 14. We started rehearsing in an amazingly professional way at a very early age. We had this tape recorder and this thing of trying to sound like the real people… The next thing to do was to get real good in singing so we’d sing and harmonize and hold very serious long rehearsals in his basement and he’d strum and we’d work on a song. We’d be sitting nose-to-nose looking right at each other’s mouths to copy diction. I’d want to know exactly where his tongue would hit the top of his palate when he’d say a “T,” to know exactly how to get that “T” right. And I could see that you could be almost right or even better than almost right and that all of that really was the difference between whether or not it sounded professional. Then once you had it very precise you cooled it out and made it seem effortless."

From a 1973 Rolling Stone interview to our favorite bi uncle

ffs someone pls help me ive been searching for an hour trying to find this quote... i think its garfunkel talking about paul simon but it could be vice versa, but they describe a moment when they have their faces pressed close together, something about feeling eachothers breathing or mouths or something? maybe looking in eachothers' eyes? idk pls help

were you perpetually and exclusively praised for what you could one day become, instead of what you were, leading you to a lifetime of feeling like you were not only never good enough, but that the best thing about you was a future that would never come, that constantly felt like it was slipping away? Did you become so afraid of closing doors, of losing that one good thing, that potential, that you stagnated at the crossroads until your life began to rot around you and the asphalt ground to gravel and the roads grew ever rougher, the doors closing one by one even as you tried in vain to keep them open, instead of choosing a path and committing to a direction for your own progress? Did you watch the best thing about you, the one thing you were praised for, slowly collapse in your arms as you tried desperately and hopelessly to save it, finding yourself kneeling in the ruins of your unexplored promise, looking for a way out, and wondering if there was no where else to go? no way forward? When someone tells you they're proud of you, that they love you for who you are, that what you are is good enough, do you cry? do you struggle to believe them? do you have to try your damnedest just to make yourself hear the words? Do you wonder if, one day, you'll learn to be happy with who you are?

Feelin' not so groovy, uh?

This is stunning and so moving 🖤

It's you, Osiris! Despite everything, it's still you...

I'm always thinking about how much he changed after being attacked by his own brother.

more of my art!