fauxpoet

Name is Sandra, just trying to figure out this thing some call life. I write, poorly and compulsively. Music/ Artists: halsey, Fall Out Boy, Lady Gaga, The Veronicas, Christina Aguilera, Lana Del Rey, No Doubt, The Pretty Reckless, Ellie Goulding, Evanescence. X

[bigdrichies]

AVAN JOGIA

via Instagram

[olxwxa]

HALSEY and AVAN JOGIA via Tiktok (July 29th, 2025)

[mad3lyncline]

𝑨𝑽𝑨𝑵 𝑱𝑶𝑮𝑰𝑨 & 𝑫𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑪𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑶𝑵 . ' 56 Days ' ( 2026 ) .

[mad3lyncline]

𝑨𝑽𝑨𝑵 𝑱𝑶𝑮𝑰𝑨 & 𝑫𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑪𝑨𝑴𝑬𝑹𝑶𝑵 . ' 56 Days ' ( 2026 ) .

[fauxpoetaf]

A yearning. Strip m y s e l f just to have you.

[thegreatimpersonator]

thinking of halsey's writing the poem "date with an arsonist"

[tiredandlonelymuse]

GASOLINE and DRIVE

double feature. coming soon…

[jadeinaries]

not to be dramatic on main, but having access to an album that speaks this precisely to the grief, pain, depression, and isolation that take over your life when you get sick has been an absolute god send to me the last year. whenever i feel like i can't or don't want to keep living like this, i put on this album and experience a level of catharsis and understanding that can only come from a person who knows exactly what it feels like to have all the pain you've bottled up since childhood manifest itself in ways that feel terrifying and uncontrollable. happy 1st bday great impersonator 🎂💫 i truly don't know what i would've done without you

[tiredandlonelymuse]

Hey this made me cry real tears. If one person feels this way, it’s all worth it. I’d go back and write it 100 more times. Thank you 🤍

[godkms]

[tiredandlonelymuse]

Aging is cruel.

Pages of a book stuck between fingers.

You lick and lick and they stay attached

refusing to peel apart.

Hair like dryer lint, lifting in the wind

whisping away, fragile thing.

A ghost of years past

and on your face, the betrayal of truth.

Hubris washed off, and confidence broken.

Heart in shambles, the failures of relationships end.

Jobs lost and children angry.

Revealing the lonely ranks of insecurity.

I know nothing.

I am nothing.

I never was.

You are nothing too

but you posture, with your youth.

And maybe, that is good enough

while it lasts.

- Senescence. 2025

[tomdestry]

Blue Velvet (1986) dir. David Lynch

[cozy-the-overlord]

I’ve seen several people talking about how it makes them feel weird that Dog Years, a song that is explicitly about suicidal ideation, is something Halsey performs as a sexy song, and while that’s completely fair, I personally think the performance style fits the song really well, even if it’s uncomfortable? (In fact, I think the discomfort is a purposeful, important element of the whole song)

Discussion of suicidal ideation and sex as a unenthusiastic performance below the cut

The first time I heard Dog Years I called it “evil petplay” when explaining it to my friends because that imagery seems so deliberate. Halsey’s voice is getting all husky and low as they croon about what a good dog they’ve been and how they like a tight leash, and especially given their known love of/interest in kink, that takes your mind to a very specific and imo intentional place. But they turn it on its head — if they’re going to be a dog, then they’re an old, tired, weak, sickly one and they want to be put out of their misery and euthanized like you would any pet in that state, and that is very not sexy. It’s a visceral image that can be quite upsetting and uncomfortable, all the more so when paired with the very sexually charged chorus. It makes that chorus feel like more of a reluctant performance — she doesn’t feel sexy, she’s not in the mood, but it’s what’s expected of her and so she’s going along with it and hey, if she’s a good girl maybe she’ll get lucky and they’ll put her down. “I’m not here, I’m somewhere else” — they’re going through the motions of the performance and playing along with what’s expected of them but their heart is not in it, and they feel nothing towards it.

And I feel like that plays into the entire theme of The Great Impersonator as a whole? The whole idea of the expected performance and what that experience does to a person: going through the motions because you’re an entertainer and your job is to entertain and put on a show, but the whole time you’re in the darkest place you’ve ever been both physically and mentally, so sick that you truly expect you aren’t going to survive it. But you still have to do the show, you still have to make it look good, you still have to be appealing to the crowd, and so you have to play the good girl who loves her tight leash because that’s fun and sexy, and the rest of it is something you keep to yourself because people don’t want to hear about that.

I really like the staging of Dog Years on the FMLT tour for that reason. There is something so visceral about Halsey sitting in sexy leather lingerie while literally chained to the stage singing about how much they want someone to just kill them. Sure, it’s sexy, but she is stuck there performing for you, even as she’s voicing some of the darkest thoughts a person can have about themselves. How does that make you feel? Is it hot? Are you enjoying it? Should you be? That just fits the vibe I get from that song so well.

Of course, I could be fully misreading and Halsey could have had completely different intentions for this song, but that’s just how I’ve seen it?

[tiredandlonelymuse]

BIGGGGG BRAIN ^^^

dog years is about getting fucked, bound, beaten, and gagged by a sadist dom/domme of a God. And begging, pleading, with all your might that it will stop if you just behave. And if it doesn’t stop, at least just let me die. dog years is about being leashed to the stairwell, trapped in the house. Lighting up at the sound of the door knob jingling, hoping your Terrible Master has finally arrived home with a smile for the first time in years to ask you “wanna go for a ride in the caaaaaaar?!” but he doesn’t. He tightens the leash. you’ve done everything right and you’ve behaved yourself. Sat when told. Ignored the mailmen. Down girl. But it doesn’t matter. You’re gonna waste away on the stairwell. You’re gonna dream about the ‘farm’ where you’ve heard the other dogs get to go when their Owner God doesn’t want them anymore. The fun place. You don’t care if it’s a really just a bullet in the head. Your keeper is wicked and your body is oppressing you, you didn’t ask to be kept. You used to be the sort of person who would fuck and fight and kick to your death. But you’re going to meet it like a scared and submissive animal. Eat the chocolate from the hand of your killer and wag your tail. You’re nothing.

[389]

ED RUSCHA b.1937 QUESTION? (E. 186)

Lithograph, 1989, signed in pencil, dated and numbered 8/35 (total edition includes nine artist's proofs), on Rives BFK wove paper, with the blindstamp of the publisher, Hamilton Press, Venice, California, framed sheet: 686 by 916 mm 27 by 36 in

[tiredandlonelymuse]

I am hanging from a hook in the ceiling

like animal carcass.

I am splayed open, salted and tenderized.

My fatty bits sectioned off with bakers twine.

Red juices weep from my wounds.

Not blood, but the meat sweating

for better flavor.

A heavy palm comes down hard on my rump.

He lifts from the flank.

He samples the breast.

Hunger animates his body but he knows he must wait until the meat is ready.

He massages oils into the fibrous texture.

Working it in with the strong flat pads of his thumbs and fingers.

The meat is shivering.

The meat is shaking.

I’m told this is a chemical process.

Even once dead and removed from the body,

the meat dances on the table.

Due to the residual energy and nerve endings present in the tissue.

The flesh will twitch.

But it must be ready.

When it is ready he’ll carve it off in slabs,

and drop them into his mouth;

a mouse falling into the mouth of a snake

hanging by the tail.

He’ll glide the knife under the muscle

and it will slide down his throat

but it must be ready.

The meat is hanging but will not dry.

It drips

and drips

more juices.

The air is escaping.

The tendons are loosening.

He ties her off again and again.

Soon little lamb.

Soon.

- MEAT 2024

[tiredandlonelymuse]

I have been Halsey for so long. For most of this time, I never stopped to think about what I actually wanted. I just fulfilled the prophecy I thought was laid out for me. When I was 19 years old I woke up every day to a new article proclaiming me some sort of future monolith. I wanted to prove them right. I sat in that doctor’s office and filled my body with poison. I watched my face collapse and my hair disintegrate and my bones screamed into the void for help. It was then I realized, if I were ever to do it again, I would do it for me. I don’t want the prophecy. I just want to make stuff. Forever.

[queerenciiaa]

[fauxpoetaf]

Craving and longing.

[soulmateeav23]