Ed Sheeran’s ‘Shape of You’ Grammy Win Really Sums It All Up

superrichlads:

There’s nothing quite like a catchy but fairly mediocre pop track about being in love with the literal physical outline of an unknown woman’s body, sung by British everyman and erstwhile Game of Thrones cast member Ed Sheeran, taking the trophy for Best Pop Solo Performance at the Grammys to hammer home the values of the world we currently live in.

The category’s other contenders — Kelly Clarkson, Lady Gaga, P!nk and Kesha — provided fierce competition not only vocally, but lyrically, touching on themes of political division, strength in the face of heartbreak and how to forgive your rapist.

Many expected (or hoped) Kesha would take home the prize for her incredible vocal performance with “Praying.” Not only did “Praying” show off vocal ability even few diehard fans knew Kesha possessed, with entire Youtube reaction videos dedicated to people crying immediately upon hearing her hit the track’s climactic high note/otherworldly whistle, but the song is also particularly timely, with its themes of overcoming a relationship of sexual and emotional abuse.

Given that Sheeran wasn’t even in attendance to accept the award, it’s a shame to think of the missed opportunity the moment could have been, had it been used to shine a light on a more meaningful winner.

sassygaysatan:

sure, when my grandfather fought nazis and fascism he was “a hero” and “on the right side of history” but when i do it im “way too sensitive” and “no better than they are”

angelsocialist:

genehiss:

depression apathy is

– walking past your favorite snacks at the grocery store and not having the energy to even want them
– listening to your favorite songs and feeling nothing
– only being able to muster half a smile when your lover finishes telling a joke
– everyone asking you to speak up because your voice feels too heavy to raise
– getting irritated at things that force you to feign interest or participate in small talk
– knowing you’re kind of acting like a dick but feeling too drained to do anything about it

Okay also when someone asks you to repeat what you said and it requires all your energy to say what you just said again even if it was just a few words

ruisi:

walking thru the streets late at night would be so Good and calming if I didn’t have to be scared of every man and car I see after 8pm

cqc–youinhell:

hagsandkisses:

theosartisticthematics:

grapehyasynth:

mattxpike:

High-functioning anxiety sounds like…

You’re not good enough. You’re a bad friend. You’re not good at your job. You’re wasting time. You’re a waste of time. Your boyfriend doesn’t love you. You’re so needy. What are you doing with yourself? Why would you say that? What if they hate it? Why can’t you have your shit together? You’re going to get anxious and because you’re going to get anxious, you’re going to mess everything up. You’re a fraud. Just good at faking it. You’re letting everybody down. No one here likes you.

All the while, it appears perfectly calm.

It’s always looking for the next outlet, something to channel the never-ending energy. Writing. Running. List-making. Mindless tasks (whatever keeps you busy). Doing jumping jacks in the kitchen. Dancing in the living room, pretending it’s for fun, when really it’s a choreographed routine of desperation, trying to tire out the thoughts stuck in your head.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen it written out as if it were describing me exactly.

Ouch

Who said y’all could come for me like this?

….oh