people actually liked that album

okay but paradise is actually such a bop, like every nct song is but i just really love paradise n i feel like it’s not appreciated enough, like damn my boy mark sang followed by the legend lee donghyuck with that beaut lil vocal riff


Regional At Best is technically twenty one pilot’s second album, although the vast majority of the songs on it are repeated on Vessel, their third release. It came out in 2011, the year the original band members (other than Tyler) left, and so exists in a funny kind of limbo, with many people unsure if it actually counts as, like, a proper album.

Slowtown is one of the few songs unique to this record, composed of an almost childlike melody that hearkens back to idyllic days long gone. It’s a song about the terrifying speed of growing up, of adult life, of things rushing past before you were aware they were there.

I put my socks on my feet/just so that my soul won’t fall through my toes/and I walk through my door/just so I don’t fall through the floor. It’s the comforting mundanity of routine, sometimes the only action you can take with any certainty, and, despite Tyler’s wish to go to Slowtown, it’s the need to keep going, to keep moving, so that you don’t have to do anything else. I keep walking, I keep going through my door, because if I stand stock still the world may collapse around me, may whirl into something unrecognisable.

we’re going too fast, fast, save us, now, Tyler sing-screams, the music reaching fever pitch, and it feels like the one and only time I was on a rollercoaster, my stomach swooping and unable to stop, unable to do anything but endure, and watch people shrieking in fun around me, and blinking club lights and the press of bodies and my arms rigid by my side, and we’re going too fast, we’re supposed to live fast while we’re young but childhood feels like a blur and I still remember every second of the first time I got my heart broken. We’re going too fast, and time is slipping through our fingers, and we must treasure every second, every fibre of cotton against my toes, and I do not look up anymore because there isn’t time, the sky is unreachable and gravity is pulling me down, through the floor, through the door, and I am 20 years old and I still spell out cupboard the way I learned to when I was six.

Time is too fast, but we hold onto what we can.

do you ever just stop and look at calvin’s twitter and just think to yourself,

“these are all things he thought of in his head. he literally typed this out as he was saying it in his mind. he was probably smiling like an IDIOT too when he was typing that stupid meme tweet. he also probably furrowed his eyebrows out of frustration when he typed out that sony vegas crashed AGAIN. he maybe giggled too when he made that other joke tweet. maybe he had the biggest cheesiest smile on his face when was was tweeting a thank you to the person that sent him artwork.” 

he’s definitely full of eMoTiOnS