Blog Masterlist:
(all my posts are tagged with “gch posts”)
The Oh Hellos:
Bitter Water Analysis
There Beneath Analysis
Playlists:
YOU ARE THE REASON
almost home

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NASA

roma★
taylor price
occasionally subtle
RMH
Peter Solarz
i don't do bad sauce passes
d e v o n

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Not today Justin
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hello vonnie
tumblr dot com
trying on a metaphor

Kaledo Art

oozey mess
styofa doing anything
seen from United States
seen from Brazil

seen from Germany

seen from Germany
seen from Germany

seen from United States
seen from Türkiye
seen from Ukraine
seen from Türkiye

seen from Germany

seen from United Kingdom

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Malaysia

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Greece
seen from Saudi Arabia
@greatcelestialhieroglyphs
Blog Masterlist:
(all my posts are tagged with “gch posts”)
The Oh Hellos:
Bitter Water Analysis
There Beneath Analysis
Playlists:
what good are pills if they're not in neon green?
Would you please, please hurry
In another cycle, they made it out…
The sun will rise
You, me, and the silence between us
Can you?
+ a bonus “Can I?”
Can you?
“Is Tyler talking to God or is Clancy talking to Torchbearer?” Yes.
The sun will rise and we will try again.
feeling very normal today guys
The sun will rise and we will try again. Tomorrow I’ll keep the beat and repeat yesterday’s dance. Tomorrow, I’ll switch the beat to avoid yesterday’s dance. Heard you say, “not today.” Pressures of a new place roll my way. We’ll win but not everyone will get out. In time I will leave the city; for now I will stay alive. Don’t circle the track, just break the cycle in half and leave your skin on the floor. Somehow we played it out in reverse. Start fresh next semester. I don’t wanna backslide to where I’ve started from. You can be so cold, I’ll try again. I’ve been here before, and I’ve got time. I am running out of excuses for why I am this way. Start a streak you’re bound to break; when darkness rolls on you, push on through. I would swim the Paladin Straight without any floatation. Even though I’m past the point of no return. But I’d rather you not be here for what could be my final form. I wanted you to show me the way around the city walls, the way on through. Buckle down, this is possibly the furthest we’ve reached. This is the last time that I try. Life is just forever nipping heals, never slowing down. Try to micro-dose to immunity but you’ll never really get it. Even now, even now, even now. Wait, did it change up? I look back in time through a telescope; I’ve been catching my reflection already looking. You and I both know how the story goes; we’ve seen it several times. I am starting it all over once again. Did I learn a thing? Intentions lack memory. Seems as through I’m lost again, a story told ad nauseam. Then the sun begins to rise; we made it through the darkest night.
Can you save my heavydirtysoul? I’ve been thinking too much, help me. So please, take me. Don’t forget about me. I don’t know where you are; you’ll have to come and find me. Be the one, be the one to take my soul and make it undone. I wanna be known by you. You should let go; it’s over my head. Give me some advice. Just a glimpse of visual aid of you on the other shoreline—waiting, expectations that I’m gonna make it. Did I disappoint you? Entertain my faith. Address my soul. Maybe you don’t fix and you like it like this. I promised you a contract. Cause I want to be the one after your own heart, and I might doubt the process like I doubted the start. Still now, you believe in me somehow.
You found me.
Making it through last night listening to Breach for the first time on my floor staring up at the ceiling to this morning hearing Drag Path after my classes are over is like. I really did make it through the darkest night and now the sun begins to rise.
PSA to tøp fans: go listen to Drag Path and let it heal you.
Can you save my heavydirtysoul? I’ve been thinking too much, help me. So please, take me. Don’t forget about me. I don’t know where you are; you’ll have to come and find me. Be the one, be the one to take my soul and make it undone. I wanna be known by you. You should let go; it’s over my head. Give me some advice. Just a glimpse of visual aid of you on the other shoreline—waiting, expectations that I’m gonna make it. Did I disappoint you? Entertain my faith. Address my soul. Maybe you don’t fix and you like it like this. I promised you a contract. Cause I want to be the one after your own heart, and I might doubt the process like I doubted the start. Still now, you believe in me somehow.
My fav part of the city walls mv was when clancy got thrown around like a sad wet cat then clique-blasted nico out the window
i don't think enough people are paying attention to the fact that the paint is lower! that matters! "it might be the furthest we've reached"
like yes, the cycle continues. but it gets better every time! there are those out there who will never give up on you! "again?" "always." like don't you see?? don't you get it???