i can bring my pain

Izaya Talks about His Injuries

“…Your legs, there’s something wrong with them, right?”

Izaya gave a composed smile as he answered Kazuhisa’s question.

“It’s just difficult to stand or to walk around. Relatively speaking, the symptoms are rather stubborn. If I can handle the intense pain it brings like crossing my legs like this I can manage.”

“Was it from an accident?”

He thought it was a bit rude to ask such a thing without restraint, but this was the man who suddenly summoned him to this place. It seems the man thought a little bit of rudeness was alright [in this case].

“Something like that. An accident…Well if you can call picking a fight with and getting attacked by an enormous monster an accident, then I guess it’s an accident.”

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the signs as some of my music faves
  • Aries: The Neighbourhood // you make me wanna scream, at the top of my lungs
  • Taurus: Twenty One Pilots // sometimes to stay alive you gotta kill your mind
  • Gemini: Mariana and the Diamonds // feelings are just like the weather
  • Cancer: Melanie Martinez // your hearts too big for your body
  • Leo: Troye Sivan // 'cus when you look like that I've never wanted to be so bad
  • Virgo: Halsey // I promised myself I wouldn't let you complete me
  • Libra: The Weekend// being the drugs baby I can bring my pain
  • Scorpio: Artic Monkeys // maybe I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new
  • Sagittarius: Lana Del Rey // they judge me like a picture book
  • Capricorn: 5sos // we are the leaders of the not coming backs
  • Aquarius: Bastille // are you going to age with grace? are you going to age without mistakes?
  • Pisces: Hoizer // no grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her
lbpqs followers wlw music recs

girls - beatrice eli. rec’d by mod naja. nsfw. 

there she goes - sixpence none the richer. rec’d by anon. “there she goes again, racing through my brain, and I just can’t contain, the feelings that she makes.”

two little girls - ani difranco. rec’d by anon. “it’s very explicitly about a dysfunctional relationship between two women who were lovers and still living together/ she still loves her”

one more hour and buy her candy - sleater kinney. rec’d by anon. 

sister - kate nash. rec’d by anon.

she’s so lovely - the butchies. rec’d by anon. 

viz - le tigre. rec’d by anon. 

chloe in the afternoon and your lips are red - st vincent. rec’d by anon.

caravan girl and thea - goldfrapp. rec’d by @cinemvs

shine - sarah bettens. rec’d by @cinemvs.

then if i’m weird i want to share - tender forever. rec’d by @cinemvs.

josephine and caroline - brandi carlile. rec’d by @cinemvs.

marsh king’s daughter - eisley. rec’d by anon. “has a rly nice quirky fantasy feel bc its about a girl trying to run away with the marsh princess”

summer in the city - regina spektor. rec’d by @keats-and-yeats. a little nsfw. “my favourite line is “and i tap on their shoulders, and they turn around smiling but there’s no recognition in there eyes”, i loved this song when i was 12 but somehow didn’t realise it was gay, then while i was discovering that I like girls i also realised my old favourite song is about loving a woman and so it means a lot to me.”

is there somewhere - halsey. rec’d by @keats-and-yeats“and I promised myself I wouldn’t let you complete me”

senorita - chloe howl. rec’d by anon. "Señorita, I feel for you/You deal with things that you don’t have to"

wicked games (the weeknd cover) - coeur de pirate. rec’d by anon. “Baby bring your love I can bring my shame/Bring the drugs baby I can bring my pain”

ain’t no sunshine (bill withers cover) - coeur de pirate. rec’d by anon. “And this house just ain’t no home/Anytime she goes away”

jenny - lily sevin. rec’d by anon. “Jenny take my hand/‘Cause we are more than friends/I will follow you until the end”

electric lady - janelle monae. rec’d by anon. “sounds pretty gay and is really great to dance to”

strange love - halsey. rec’d by @mmyths.

girls like girls and cliff’s edge - hayley kiyoko. rec’d by @mmyths

riptide (vance joy cover) - taylor swift. rec’d by @mmyths.

dorothy dandridge eyes and mushrooms & roses - janelle monae. rec’d by @euchroma. 

fool’s gold (troye sivan cover) - tara nome doyle. rec’d by @akasharani. “literally like. divine”

4 walls - f(x). rec’d by @akasharani. “impossibly mystical and gorgeous.”

parentheses - the blow. rec’d by @lucyinthesoupwithcroutons. 

best song ever (one direction cover) - gabrielle aplin. rec’d by @lucyinthesoupwithcroutons.

i don’t know - lisa hannigan. rec’d by @lucyinthesoupwithcroutons.

harbor - vienna teng. rec’d by @lucyinthesoupwithcroutons

feel free to add on! all links go to youtube and songs i couldnt find on youtube not included.

Tesfaye seemed a bit nervous - not surprising for an artist who initially kept his name a secret, and even now banned cameras from the show. Though finally front and centre, he wore a camouflage jacket and remained strikingly still as if to be as unobtrusive as possible. Still, he confidently opened with High for This, causing the lit-fuse crowd to go off. At times he seemed taken aback by the reception, standing there, mike in both hands, staring out as the crowd sang his words back to him. It was an emotional night, and that came through in his voice, whether weaving through slow jams like The Party and the After Party or (relatively) upbeat romps like House of Balloons/Glass Table Girls.

During Wicked Games, the show’s epic peak, arms raising unironic lighters filled the air as his emotion-ravaged voice crooned “Bring your love baby/I can bring my shame/Bring the drugs baby/I can bring my pain” amidst a roiling rhythm and grinding guitar. The sing-alongs turned his abject loneliness into a communal catharsis. But the edge remained, be it the unrelenting dirtiness of Loft Music or the encore cut The Birds (Part 1) which used martial drums and strobe lights to amplify the implied threat: “Don’t make me make you fall in love.”

On new song Rolling Stone, Tesfaye sings “Baby I got you/Until you’re used to my face/And my mystery fades” which could’ve been his career epitaph if he’d faltered here. Until now, the Weeknd has existed as almost a figment of our collective imaginations, his ascent fuelled by anonymity, his communications coming via Twitter and Tumblr, his music existing only as web-distributed ones and zeroes. He could’ve dissipated like a dotcom bubble. But by bringing his aching digi-laments out of the Internet’s shadows and onto the stage, Tesfaye triumphantly proved that the Weeknd has no end in sight.

—  The Globe and Mail about Abel back in 2011