Jittery Finesse

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bobbyfinger:

What if this were actually Adele’s house?

Adele’s like, “Hey friend, come over to my home for a nice evening of whiskey and shit-talking,” and once you walk past the dude playing drums in a corner, avoid some other dude screaming in the ‘SWORD ‘N’ SALT” room, hold your breath while walking by a Synecdoche New York-type room that’s perpetually on fire, and climb the mountain of broken plates blocking the staircase, you find Adele upstairs with a bottle of whiskey and exactly one empty chair that isn’t covered in plastic.

Then she’s like, “UGH WE NEED TO TALK. I JUST BROKE UP WITH MY BOYFRIEND.”

ADELE — One and Only

I’M GOING AWAY AND I LOVE SHRIMP SO NATURALLY.

AND THERE’S A POEM:

I know I’ve thrown some pretty substantial internet shade at my coworkers (often exaggerated but warranted nonetheless) over the past two years, but they really have been incredible and I don’t talk about the good stuff enough on here. I’ve had such an amazing experience with this fellowship and it wouldn’t have been the same without the people. I’m really gonna miss these folks. And, of course, they’ll miss me too. So I’m about to go eat my weight in shrimp and corn and taters and then drink way too much wine and I will probably get all emotional. But whatever it’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to no matter what, really, because I cry about everything like today I started crying because I was listening to Adele’s cover of Bonnie Raitt’s “I Can’t Make You Love Me” on repeat. And I was really feeling it, and oh god her voice, and because, you know, here in the dark, in these final hours, I will lay down my heart and I’ll feel the power, but, like, you won’t, and I can’t make you feel something you don’t. Ok, I’m off to consume a box of wine. 

folkinz:

adele: i can’t make you love me (bonnie raitt cover)

i think there is officially a bonnie raittaissance

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adeandabet:

The kids at PS22 are at it again. This time, Adele’s Rolling in the Deep

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deliberatepace:

Rolling In The Deep

hand motions are necessary. love this. 

My soulful British chanteuse alter ego. That cig. Those sunglasses. That brooch. Those lips. That bun. Those pipes that fucking penetrate my soul.