The Killer’s Mr. Brightside entirely in strings.
I find myself singing this song a lot. I sing it in the car, I sing it in the shower, and now I can sing it to string quartet.
Thank you Tumblr, there are certainly times you never fail to make me smile by helping me discover beautiful things.
I love this song.
I don’t care that you got into drugs for three months straight, or how much sleep you lost in that period. I don’t care that you went home and fucked that person and woke up at 6am hating everything about yourself, or that you smoked so much you sounded as though your lungs were giving out.
You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.
You’re just human, and being human means you need to survive and you do so whichever way you deem fit, fuck everyone else.
pickup line: hey girl do you want to make a fragile human connection in the vast and unfeeling infinity of a chaotic universe