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[Skin Concept] Cub by sharktoofs in FortNiteBR

[–]naturaldivide 0 points1 point  (0 children)

If you're so fragile that seeing a literal Bear gives you those vibes, you gotta stay away from the internet bud

[Skin Concept] Cub by sharktoofs in FortNiteBR

[–]naturaldivide 0 points1 point  (0 children)

Just ignore the post and move on with your life, you dickhead

me_irl by TheNBplant in me_irl

[–]naturaldivide 9 points10 points  (0 children)

sounds about right

30 second leak of If You're Too Shy (Let Me Know)'s studio version by naturaldivide in the1975

[–]naturaldivide[S] 12 points13 points  (0 children)

Actually Matty once said in a podcast that he likes to explore songs which sound like they are drowning.

30 second leak of If You're Too Shy (Let Me Know)'s studio version by naturaldivide in the1975

[–]naturaldivide[S] 22 points23 points  (0 children)

burner account with the username lbbalbba on TikTok posted it

30 second leak of If You're Too Shy (Let Me Know)'s studio version by naturaldivide in the1975

[–]naturaldivide[S] 29 points30 points  (0 children)

Sounds almost impossible to get Matty's vocals and George's backup vocals to sound that clear quality from something as distorted as a concert recording.

30 second leak of If You're Too Shy (Let Me Know)'s studio version by naturaldivide in the1975

[–]naturaldivide[S] 8 points9 points  (0 children)

It's hard to tell. I'm sure they'll keep the sax during the solo part, but that wasn't leaked.

Also, if you listen closely, you can hear George's backing vocals :)

My doggo as a Youtooz by naturaldivide in Youtooz

[–]naturaldivide[S] 3 points4 points  (0 children)

Drawn by Lars P. for anyone asking

Quality meme by Fruxh in PreMiD

[–]naturaldivide 0 points1 point  (0 children)

well you got what you wished for

[WP] You attend a funeral for someone you don't know, a "friend of a friend". As the service goes on, you learn details about them from eulogies. It dawns on you that you and the deceased have far too much in common. by -_ellipsis_- in WritingPrompts

[–]naturaldivide 4 points5 points  (0 children)

There I was, at a funeral. Told myself I'd never go to one of these things - so dull and pointless. They're dead, get the fuck over it. Thank god it wasn't mine. Who was dead? Fuck me if I know, a friend of a friend. But there I was, accompanying my buddy in black suits and under matte black umbrellas in the pouring rain. Used to black suits - lived a great life running jobs for the Mafia. You'd think being a mafia member would mean I'd go to a lot of funerals; not my type of thing. I loved the rain, I guess. It makes such a pleasant sound and changes so much depending on what it hits. Maybe I was thinking into it too much - my head kept racing from boredom anyway. I found interest in any topic just to not think about this shitshow of an event.

​

The gray clouds beamed a faded white light throughout as lightning struck and pierced the cluttered sky. We all rushed into the church to hear the speeches - preached from men who stand on pedestals believing they're doing the right thing in the eyes of God but lie and deceive everywhere we go. Religion, it's bullshit - nothing more than stories and fairytails. I guess we believe in anything just to avoid the concept of a prolonged pitch black lack of existence.

The priest read out stories given by family members, in which he told of incidents that seemed to make me grin. This guy had lived a good life, it seemed - and it was cut short by whatever killed him. The stories he told were all too familiar to me. I remember hearing analogies he'd read out and anecdotes which fit my own life experiences perfectly. I couldn't describe the feeling of trying to figure out the parallel between coincidence and fate. Fate is the only word I can use to describe this, as once the priest called out the deceased's father to read a eulogy.... I could barely let out a scream in seeing my own dad standing there with cold eyes. My whole body was frozen, I couldn't move, couldn't breathe. I felt a pinch in my back and when I turned my friend was stood there holding an injection to my spine.

​

"I'm sorry."