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@@lizzygrantsgf ruclips.net/video/k40WtwAgeRU/видео.htmlsi=04FTvlMZ6C77pDv0 here

no idea :(

@@RavenDigal he was just emotional and proud of his dad for sure :)

@@thesuninthewoods People The 1975

People by who else than The 1975😁

@@teresatano193 oh i wonder actually

if you mean the one at 0:37, it’s Girls

ok i kinda see it

Her fans were terrible to him, sending death threats and taking things from his past out of context. They were terrible to her too because of the relationship. I suspect he left to protect them both. Listen to "But Daddy I Love Him."

Maybe you haven’t seen anything of her behind the scenes but she appears to be very laidback and goofy. He obviously liked something about her.

The second I heard “Love Me” I immediately thought of INXS as well! Nobody ever makes that’s connection but maybe it’s because I’m just old lol

I wonder if we ever get over that one person

Those tortured but beautiful souls. I think TTPD is overall a beautiful representation of loving someone like that.

@@musicjunkie31karma I feel compelled to respond to your question, comment, pondering moment… and I hate to say this but the answer is an absolute No. I speak from my own personal experience with my first love. He was my first real committed boyfriend, who then became my fiancé, my best friend, basically my everything. We took some time apart due to the both of us having issues with substances…his being alcohol, he would drink every single day, from 9:00 AM till he’d pass out or the night ran out on him, no alcohol sales after 2:00 AM. This was brought on by the absolute rejection from his mother, who’d just married/moved in with a very miserable & mean truck driver. She banned her first born son from even just visiting his mother and 2 siblings. He was very heartbroken. But he also lived with probably the worst person in the world ever. He had only been black out drunk twice before moving there, and after 6-9 months, this “friend” said that he HAD to party with his new live-in bestie. After the 8th month, this guy turned on me & started poisoning my man’s drunken mind with ideas that I was cheating, basically accusing me of everything awful that someone can do to the person who they love. Then anytime I was more than 10 minutes late arriving, after work evening traffic was horrible & that was the only thing that made me late. After being yelled at for things I hadn’t even done, the abuse started. A shove, to a slap, going on to include him dragging me down the sidewalk by my ankle while berating me, eventually getting to the reason why I left him for some time apart. I was terrified. He beat me so badly slamming my head into a stucco wall for what felt like forever but was long enough for me to need 14 staples in the back of my scalp, he was in a blacked out rage. The only reason why I’m even alive is because as I felt like I was about to pass out, everything started darkening, I pulled my knife from my waist & just held it out in front of me to which he laughed. Then resumed beating me, so I had to stop him, and when he saw his hands covered with blood, that shocked him back to reality. That was the last time he ever raised his voice let alone kicked the sh*t outta me. I dropped him off at the hospital and went into hiding. If my parents had seen the massive physical damage, they’d have him arrested and he had dreams of becoming a police officer, so I hid out at my best friend’s mom’s house. My platinum hair was caked in so much blood & with the staples, it was just a matter of time to heal up (while waiting to see if I was going to be arrested or something like that). Luckily he didn’t even say my name & said he got jumped by some people that he’d never seen before. While I kept his secret, he kept mine. We eventually started talking about reconnecting, my mom called him because I had a medical emergency with a adverse medication reaction, in which I had a gran mal seizure and actually died for 4 minutes. Freaked out she knew that he was the only person who could make me feel better. He started coming over and spending time with me, but that seizure was having weird effects on me & I became terrified of him again (for no current reason, just my PTSD being untreated and so severe) I told him that I wasn’t ready or even sure what I wanted. After telling him this over the phone (my biggest & only regret that I carry around with me to this day). Later that night, after getting a ride home from his old drinking “buddy”, mishap #2, they argued about not continuing with the drinking night. His friend left the bedroom to hit the bathroom, & when he returned he stood in the doorway, watching my only love put one bullet into his revolver, put the gun in his mouth…pull the trigger not once, not twice but 4 f*cking times!!! Never made a move to stop him, didn’t even say a single word. On the fourth trigger pull, the Talon bullet he’d loaded did the most maximum damage and he blew the back of his skull into the closet behind him. Then this “friend “ after giving his statement to police, stole EVERYTHING that he had owned. All of his clothes, the gun collection, I mean literally everything and anything that he could get away with. Only thing that his friend got back was his car. Nice friend, huh? And no, I’m still not even close to being over him. Nor will I ever be. I see him in my house sometimes, especially before my divorce 2 years ago. He made his disapproval of my husband so obvious and violent. I was laying in bed next to him, already asleep and suddenly heard & felt the vibration of the mattress bouncing back from the loudest punch I’ve ever heard in my entire life (and I’ve heard probably hundreds of punches). My ex woke up screaming “WHY DID YOU JUST PUNCH ME IN THE FACE!?!??” I asked him if the punch was the size of my hand…I have super small hands & he suddenly realized that he had just been attacked by my ❤ (for good reason too, I later learned that he was having an affair with his ex from over 25 years ago.) Boom! I filled for a divorce the day after I found their texts, in which I learned everything, more than I ever wanted to know. But at least I know that the man who still holds my heart and soul is watching out for me. But I’d rather have the option of him being alive, even if not with me, just because I liked this world a million times more just knowing that he was in it. So I’m sorry for the dismal answer to your question but it’s just the truth. ❤️‍🩹

You are so damn right.

All of this lol. I’m literally never into this skinny druggie rockstar type but I would let Matty Healy break my heart a thousand times lol. He’s sexy and charismatic and you know he knows exactly how to keep you on the line for whenever he needs/wants you and even tho you know better you’d still be like 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️💨💨💨

@@MilesToGoGo i understand what you mean, but please don't call addicts in recovery a druggie. as someone who has family members that are addicts, it's just doesn't sit right with me.

@@xxShadowOfTheWolfxx hi, please don’t tell me how to speak. I just meant it in the aesthetic sense. I am actually an addict myself and don’t need you to be offended on our behalf, thanks!

Shit. I get it, too. I know he's an edgelord with issues, but in my younger days, yeah... I'd have wanted to ride that roller coaster a little while. There's an indefinable magnetism.

Yes

11 days later and further down the rabbit hole and it's more than just 'get it'

He's talented, funny, whitty, intelligent, and absolutely beautiful. I completely get it.

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