the choirboy

[korgosse]

𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

#KORGOSSE  independent, private & selective portrayal of Simon Eriksson from Netflix's Young Royals, with other verses available .  composed by Flora ( 26, she/they, gmt+1 ), main blog: @fenixburned

exploring themes of : the good son, having a heart too big for your body, parentification, the class system & what's wrong with it, living in two worlds, dreaming of getting out, music can be salvation, people pleasing

affiliated with @kungkarlek 💜

CARRD (WIP!) ♫ MEMES ♫ SIMON'S PLAYLIST

[korgosse]

simon & madison bestie era WHEN???

[korgosse]

have a good easter holiday (wether you celebrate or not), my mum started watching the last season of y.r, but she said it annoyed her & also she called Wilhelm ugly ‘but the other guy is quite beautiful’ 😭😭😭 how are we related??

[korgosse]

also bc instagram/n.etflixnordic is making me angry: August should not be forgiven. We should all remember that he posted a s.ex video of two minors that he filmed without consent. he literally commited a crime. an apology, no matter how nice it was, can't just erase that.

[korgosse]

good morning I already sent out two more job applications someone be proud of me 🥺👉👈

[omarera]

Evelina Bonardi on insta

[korgosse]

I have a lot of post-H.illerska brainrot & an important part I keep coming back to is: Simon never wanted to be a famous popstar/celebrity (or let's say he's at least said goodbye to that idea a long time ago). For him singing was just always something he loved & excelled at, so naturally he wanted to build something with that. going to America in his 20s wasn't about becoming a big star or something, but it's him breaking free from the confines of the small town he's grown up in, following his dream to see more of the world. I think especially after the events of the show & his experience with the media Simon is absolutely fine with staying lowkey, just playing some small bars etc. In a band setting he'd also be very comfortable with being more in the bg as a keyboarder, songwriter & the occasional background vocals.

That's also why my headcanon is that he'll go more for writing/composing once he settles back in Sweden for university. After that I can still see him getting into teaching in some way eventually.

[korgosse]

oh the way this has aged makes me :))))))

[korgosse]

good morning ❤️ I’m finally awake after my late shift & I plan to take it a bit easy today, so I will try to be here & write 👀

[korgosse]

I just noticed that the sweater Wille wears when he arrives at Hi.llerska is also the sweater that Simon takes home in s2 & wears while writing his song I’m UNWELL

[korgosse]

If I start another rewatch of y.r pls look away jxkxkykykxk

[barrowsteeth]

Everybody knows that the 1st of May is a holiday for a reason.

SIMON ERIKSSON [is really going through it] YOUNG ROYALS | Season 3 Episode 3

[korgosse]

oh simon core :)))))

[korgosse]

at this point it’s tradition that once a year the demon possesses me & I HAVE to edit a video. obviously it had to be them this year dhdhdjsjsj

[korgosse]

@kungkarlek said : " i’ll dream each night of some version of you that i might not have but i did not lose. " but it's a text message from drunk wille while they're separated before our reunion au. | STICK SEASON: WE'LL ALL BE HERE FOREVER

Simon groans, burying his head in the pillow in an attempt not to look at the phone anymore. But it doesn't help. His mind is running in circles anyway, unable to concentrate on anything else but Wilhelm's message. So he turns around, staring at it once again, before his fingers begin to move over the keyboard. His headphones are still in, even if Simon has stopped paying attention to the music a while ago. Another sad love song just started.

10:32 PM [ WILLE 💜 ] : are you drunk?

It wouldn't be the first time that Wille drunk texts him in the middle of the night. Not that it would take any of the gravity from what he wrote, because Simon is well aware how much easier it is for the prince to pour out his heart with alcohol involved.

10:33 PM [ WILLE 💜 ] : Wille I thought we agreed not to have this conversation

Because talking about it could only hurt. What use would there be in admitting how much they missed each other? How they struggled with the distance and the irregular meetups? They've agreed on no attachment, knowing full well that such an arrangement between them was doomed to fail.

10:35 PM [ WILLE 💜 ] and you did not lose me! I'm still here ok? ❤️

Writing that feels like stabbing his own heart. Because as much as Simon wants those words to be true - How will be ever be truly there, when their lives are like parallel lines unable to cross? Neither of them can give up their position at this point, they've made their choices. And yet Simon would give everything to jump on the next plane to Stockholm, the consequences be damned.

[matchadolly]

i don’t have rizz i have big doll eyes and many unsettling things to say

[curiositymemes]

STICK SEASON: WE'LL ALL BE HERE FOREVER.

taken from the 2023 album by noah kahan. trigger warnings for mental illness, trauma, medication, references to suicide, and the exquisite agony of life in rural new england. feel free to change wording and pronouns and provide context as necessary. do not add to this list.

northern attitude.

how you been? 

you settled down?

you feelin’ right? 

you feelin’ proud?

you settle in to routine.

what does it mean? 

i’m not how you hoped.

you’re gettin’ lost.

scared to live, scared to die. 

you’re feelin’ lost.

stick season.

you must’ve had yourself a change of heart.

now i am stuck between my anger and the blame that i can’t face.

it’s half my fault, but i just like to play the victim. 

i’ll dream each night of some version of you that i might not have but i did not lose. 

i thought that if i piled something good on all my bad i could cancel out the darkness i inherited from dad. 

i miss the way you laugh.

you once called me forever now you still can’t call me back.

that’ll have to do.

my other half was you.

i hope this pain’s just passin’ through, but i doubt it. 

all my love.

how have things been?

well, love, now that you mention it.

i’m sayin’ too much, but you know how it gets out here.

now i know your name, but not who you are.

it’s all okay, there ain’t a drop of bad blood.

you got all my love.

if you need me, dear, i’m the same as i was.

what i’d give to have you out of me.

i still recall how the leather in your car feels.

and at the end of it all, i just hope that your scars heal.

i swear i was scared to death.

i smiled stupid the whole way home.

you said, ‘i’ll never let you go.’

she calls me back.

there was heaven in your eyes. 

everything’s alright.

look at me and don’t you lie.

don’t you hold your head up high.

for bullshit, i do not have time.

do you lie awake restless?

why am i so obsessive?

this town’s the same as you left it.

the radio is taunting me.

i don’t get much sleep most nights.

i’m seeing you in every dream.

if only i could fall asleep. 

i’ll love you when the oceans dry. 

i was too afraid of living life in your footsteps.

come over.

it was there when we got here, will be there when we leave.

you won’t have to guess who they’re speakin’ about.

i’m in the process of clearin’ out cobwebs. 

i was takin’ the wrong meds; feels good to be sad.

my house is just barely big enough for my family.

my mouth was designed for my foot to fit in it.

i promise you, darlin’.

you won’t ever go back.

i know that it ain’t much.

i know that it ain’t cool.

you don’t have to tell the other kids at school.

someday i’m gonna be somebody people want.

new perspective.

makin’ me nostalgic.

we were kids; but that don’t make this less hard.

if i could fly i doubt i’d even do it. 

i’d probably get high and crash or somethin’ stupid.

gave me your word.

i can’t pronounce it.

no thing so sure that i can’t learn to doubt it.

everywhere, everything.

would we survive in a horror movie?

we trust everyone we meet.

we’re littered with scars from our preteens.

i wanna love you ‘til we’re food for the worms to eat.

‘til our fingers decompose, keep my hand in yours. 

i know every route in this county.

maybe that ain’t such a bad thing.

i’ll tell you where not to speed.

it’s been a long year.

orange juice.

honey, come over.

it’s yours if you want it.

we’re just glad you could visit. 

feels like i’ve been ready for you to come home for so long.

i didn’t think to ask you where you’d gone. 

why’d you go?

my heart has changed and my soul has changed.

you just asked me to hold you.

it made you a stranger and it filled you with anger.

my life has changed.

the world has changed.

don’t you find it strange that you just went ahead and carried on?

are we all just pullin’ you down?

strawberry wine.

darling, speak to me.

don’t you say a word.

you thought you were cursed?

i’m in love with every song you’ve ever heard.

if i could lose you, i would.

all the time we used to have.

the things i miss but know are never coming back. 

no thing defines a man like love that makes him soft.

growing sideways.

finally found some middle ground.

i said, ‘i’m cured.’

i divvied up my anger into thirty separate parts.

i’m still angry at my parents for what their parents did to them.

it’s a start.

but i ignore things and i move sideways ‘til i forget what i felt in the first place.

i know there are worse ways to stay alive.

everyone’s growing and everyone’s healthy.

if my engine works perfect on empty, i guess i’ll drive. 

i forgot my medication, fell into a manic high.

now i’m sufferin’ in style.

why is pain so damn impatient? ain’t like it’s got a place to be.

if all my time was wasted, i don’t mind. 

i’ll watch it go.

it’s better to die numb than feel it all.

halloween.

the dawn isn’t here, the sun hasn’t rose.

they got money to make and children back home.

i worry for you, you worry for me.

the bridges have long since been burnt. 

i’m leavin’ this town and i’m changin’ my address.

i know that you’ll come if you want.

i’m losin’ myself.

i’m seein’ my life on a screen.

i know that you fear that i’m wicked and weary.

i know that you’re fearin’ the end. 

i only tell the truth when i’m sure that i’m lyin’. 

homesick.

are you bored yet?

the weather ain’t been bad if you’re into masochistic bullshit.

this place is such great motivation for anyone tryna move the fuck away from hibernation. 

time moves so damn slow i swear i feel my organs failing.

i stopped caring ‘bout a month ago, since then it’s been smooth sailing. 

i would leave if only i could find a reason. 

i got dreams, but i cant make myself believe them. 

i’ll spend the rest of my life with what could have been. 

i will die in the house that i grew up in.

i’m homesick. 

still.

i don’t wanna say goodbye.

it only falls into place when you’re fallin’ to pieces.

you miss something that you can’t place but you can’t deny it. 

you can’t stay here.

it’s hard to face and it feels too ugly.

it’s like i’m still here with you. 

can i fix what is broken?

the view between villages (extended). 

for a minute, the world seems so simple.

i am not scared of death.

i’ve got dreams again.

there is meanin’ on earth. 

i feel so far from it.

it’s all washin’ over me. 

i’m angry again. 

the things that i lost here, the people i knew.

they got me surrounded for a mile or two. 

i found a town big enough for anything i want.

i’m not a city girl, by any means.

it still has a lot of meaning to me.

i grew up there. 

your needs, my needs.

you ain’t gotta tell me what it means.

i promise to be there this time. alright? 

you were a work of art.

that’s the hardest part.

i’m naming the stars in the sky after you.

dial drunk.

i promised to forget you.

i ain’t takin’ any fault.

am i half the man i used to be? i doubt it.

forget about it, whatever.

it’s all the same anyways.

i ain’t proud of all the punches that i’ve thrown. 

for the shame of being young, drunk, and alone.

i gave your name as my emergency phone call.

i’d die for you.

from charmin’ to alarmin’ in seconds.

i’ll let the pain metastasize.

i beg you, sir, just let me call.

let’s wait, i swear she’ll call me back.

son, are you a danger to yourself?

fuck that, sir.

son, why do you do this to yourself?

paul revere.

this place had a heartbeat in its day.

nothin’ was the same.

it just ain’t that simple, it never was.

one day i’m gonna cut it clear.

i’m not from around here.

i’ll leave before the road crew’s out. 

i’ll turn up the music and i’ll forget.

i’m not ready to let go yet.

i’ll just pretend i didn’t hear.

it’s typical, i fear.

folks just disappear.

if i could leave, i would’ve already left.

no complaints.

i thought i had something and that’s the same as having something.

i get mad at nothing.

i pull no punches, then feel bad for months.

thought i was raised better, tried to fake better.

now the weight of the world ain’t so bad.

i saw the end, it looks just like the middle.

i filled the hole in my head with prescription medication.

who am i to complain?

now the pain’s different. It still exists, it just escapes different.

yes, i’m young and living dreams.

i’m in love with being noticed and afraid of being seen.

call your mom.

oh, you’re spiralin’ again.

don’t you cancel any plans.

stayed on the line with you the entire night ‘til you let it out and let it in.

don’t let this darkness fool you.

i’ll drive all night.

i’ll call your mom.

oh, dear, don’t be discouraged.

i’ve been exactly where you are.

if you could see yourself like this.

you’dve never tried it.

stayed on the line with you the entire night ‘til you told me that you had to go.

throw a punch, fall in love, give yourself a reason.

don’t wanna drive another mile wonderin’ if you’re breathin’.

won’t you stay with me?

you’re gonna go far. 

this is good land, or at least it was.

it takes a strong hand and a sound mind.

it makes me smile to know when things get hard, you’ll be far from here.

pack up your car.

put a hand to your heart.

say whatever you feel.

be wherever you are.

we ain’t angry at you, love. 

you’re the greatest thing we’ve lost.

the birds will still sing.

we’ll be waiting for you, love.

we’ll all be here forever.

we spent so long just getting by.

that’s the thing about survival; who the hell likes livin’ just to die?

you told me you would make a difference.

it won’t be by your own volition if you step foot outside this town.

it’s all we’ve had for always.

you’re gonna go far.

if you wanna go far, then you gotta go far.

forever.

let’s drive for no reason.

you look fine in the evening.

honey, it’s starting to storm.

used to wish i meant anything to anywhere, to anyone.

i’m glad i get forever to see where you end.

i won’t be alone for the rest of my life.

i’ll meet a girl in the heat of july.

i’ll tell her so she knows.

i’m broke, but i’m real rich in my head.

when i hold her close, i might loosen my grip, but i won’t ever let her go.