I can’t wait to see Halsey live for the second time in 2 days :)) also I love being back on tumblr, I missed this little hidey hole of the internet
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I can’t wait to see Halsey live for the second time in 2 days :)) also I love being back on tumblr, I missed this little hidey hole of the internet
Rome’s Best Street.
Hello. Hi. I know you want new music.
I want you to know that I am hard at work. There were some restrictions I was under, for a lot longer than it seemed, but they are no longer in the way. I’m sure you can fill in the blanks.
I’m always writing aimlessly and lawlessly as you know. But “album mode” is a whole other arena and the games are just beginning. I am working on some of my favorite stuff I’ve ever conjured. Wild to think that it hasn’t even been 2 years since IICHLIWP! I know it feels like so much longer. It does to me too. But there were 2 years and 7 months between HFK and Manic and honestly I think it was worth it. The time I took. And the growth that got me from that album to the next.
Thank you for having the patience and the faith.
It will pay off in the long run.
This feels like my debut all over again, in some ways.
Your love and support have carried me through a time where I thought maybe I only had a few albums left in me, but I know now that there are so many more than I could have ever dreamed.
Anyways, I love you.
Down the rabbit hole I go 🕳️
See you soon.
i’m the worst version of myself that has ever been. cut them off, cauterized the wounds with a red hot poker then stuck it in my ears and eyes and mouth for good measure. so no one can ever get in, and i can never get out. no ones seen me in years, i’m just a memory to most; a ghost with commitment issues. i keep ancestors around my bed convinced they’re the only ones who could love me or at least they’re stuck with me – what’s the difference? i’ve made myself a coward’s purgatory. weighing and measuring and always ending up in the same room because god knows i’m too passive to do anything; but we all know passivity kills too, just slower, like ants on a piece of spoiled fruit. no one cares about the passive though – there’s too many, and it doesn’t traumatize the onlookers you know? don’t get me wrong, this isn’t new, it went untreated for centuries – a woman in a room. we’ve all heard it before at least that’s what they tell me “everyone feels this way” and i think they’re right, that’s the worst part (for my god-complex at least). just a piece of spoiled fruit in a garbage can built for millions. i’m the worst version of myself that has ever been.
I Miss it