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"she was a person you would not be surprised to find sitting by herself in a corner of the world where she didn't belong, writing things in a notebook to prevent the rise of panic," hold me fast, don't let me pass; alice munro.
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“lord knows i’m stuck between two good things, i just wanna get out. mom knows,” two good things; modern baseball.
dylan loved the fame at first and she was ecstatic that she got to have her hobby as her jon, but now she only sees her hobby as her job and she’s lacking inspiration and becoming even colder. her two good things are fame and muse, and her mom can tell that her daughter’s struggling.
“back when i was twenty, i left the best thing that i knew and gave it up for fortune and for fame,“ back when i was 4; jeffery lewis.
shh i know the song says ‘twenty-two’ not ‘twenty’, but let’s fight. i feel like the entire song reminds me how dylan felt/will feel at these ages. when she was four, she started her reading and found an interest in comic books, but it didn’t help her irrational fears. skip a few years until she’s twelve and she feels left out, she never found a good connection to anyone in particular and she felt so alone. when she was fifteen she found drugs and her grades dropped, she thought this is what her life’s high would be like. at seventeen she gave up drugs (i know it’s sixteen,) and found her real passion that made her stoned legally: writing. then as you continue the song, you can listen on and see how life will be like her down the line.
“where’s your respect? didn’t your father teach you anything before he left,” no good; knuckle punch.
i was thinking that maybe dylan fell in love and it crashed down, but then i realized, nothing would of fazed her like losing the love of her life that was her father. i was thinking that dylan’s dad left her right before she reached ten years old because he then turned twenty-seven himself; he couldn’t believe he lost his early twenties raising a temperamental daughter who fought back everything he did. the day he left, dylan then started to straighten out and thought if she became a perfect little girl, her dad would come home. but he never did and realized that no matter how much she’d perfect herself, her life would still be full of flaws.
“she’s got a crackpot mind, she tries to flex it all of the time, but it’s of no use,“ lunatic, lunatic, lunatic; margot and the nuclear so and so’s.
a ‘crackpot mind’ is bizarre mind, so it’s saying she’s both strange and unusual with her thought process. i think because of her crackpot mind, it was how she wrote her abstract novels that were laced with drug and alcohol abuse, suicides and homicides, and very unhappy endings.
“you all say i’ve crossed a line, but the sad fact is i’ve lost my mind,” beekeeper; keaton henson.
the two things i knew for a fact when i was making dylan was that one, she’d lose inspiration and two, she’d lose her mind. the celebrity life has taken a toll on the young girl and in some way, is rotting her brain. over time, i’m going to try and mess up her language and worsen her vocabulary. because the stress will slowly take her career away as fast as she got it.
“love hunt me down, i can’t stand to be so dead behind the eyes,” touch; daughter.
i like to say that dylan is a feminisit and indepdent and in need of no wo/man, but to be honest, she’s dying for someone to love her and really whether she notices it or not, she’s searching for a soulmate and not just a fuck and chuck.
“‘cause somebody stole my car radio and now i just sit in silence,” car radio; twenty-one pilots.
okay, this might be a long-shot but just stay with me here: in a metaphoric way, the car radio is dylan’s inspiration. i know, i know, another song about her inspiration, but i won’t stop until i die. her muse is being stolen by the blood-sucking industry and she’s slowly losing her mind.
“the more i want in, the less i know, but i’m forgotten and i’ll be alone,” everybody’s watching me (uh oh); the neighbourhood.
i feel like this is a song about the whole roleplay and celebrites irl too; dylan feels locked in being in the spotlight now. she’s a young writer who has their whole life in front of them and is constantly having everyone breathing down their backs until they write another truthful and morbid novel and she isn’t sure if she wants to stay in this industry or leave her whole world behind.
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