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HALSEY

LIVE IN EUROPE : THE GIRL IN THE TOWER!

@tiredandlonelymuse

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In his fear, the man agreed to everything .⋆♱⃓ @tiredandlonelymuse

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♰ i think about you all the time ♰ @tiredandlonelymuse

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I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed. He said, “If I show you the roses, will you follow?”

@sarahpardini + @averagecowgirl 🥀

[tiredandlonelymuse]

This is how I originally wrote it. One of those that starts as a poem and then begs to be a song. I posted a fragment of this on tumblr a while back, but here’s the initial piece in its entirety 🤍

[demonzplay]

MAKE US CHOOSE: @manic-nightmare asked 3am or 929

[importantcatpics]

[blomskvist]

halsey + favorite lyrics (part 1)

[undr]

Otho Lloyd. Carrer Triangle, Barcelona, 1946

[yama-bato]

Robert Blomfield

[fiftyyearstoolate]

[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 🤍

[tiredandlonelymuse]

Gonna post a real thing for TGI anniversary tomorrow but just winding down for sleep and thinking a lot. I want to say thank you to those of you who had patience and grace with me when I was recovering. Mostly, I want to thank you for your belief. Figuring out my new normal was a series of timid, newborn baby deer steps. It was a tremendous amount of care, not a lack of it. And now a year later, I have done the biggest tour of my career and I’m now 5 shows into a completely different (and sold out!) SECOND tour celebrating the origin story. I know that the best of you expected nothing from me, only that I prioritize taking care of myself. And I love you dearly for that. But you must know how good and strong and beautiful it feels to return and give you EVERYTHING I’ve got instead.

I am coming undone with love. Thank you.

[tiredandlonelymuse]

GASOLINE and DRIVE

double feature. coming soon…

[tiredandlonelymuse]

going through the badlands archive for anniversary celebrations and found these New Americana stills from some set ups that didn’t make the final vid. I love the whiplash of moods lol little baby.

[tiredandlonelymuse]

Original tumblr girl you wouldn’t understand

[tiredandlonelymuse]

The early nights are confusing for the soul, but the forced retirement might do me some good. We went to a dance party. We were the youngest ones there and it was beautiful watching people a decade older than me find joy in nostalgia. I loved Anora. I miss New Jersey. I have been making Christmas ornaments by hand for my future family. I have been taking care of my mother. She has good days and bad. All of this in the few moments between the work and the work and the work. Confetti shot out of a Canon once the crowd already left the building. I feel as though it was all for nothing. It’s a dry, cold, itch. Maybe I’ll hide again until a tour when the sun comes back. Maybe I won’t make a sound. Maybe I’ll sleep. Maybe I’ll choose different this time with my restart to zero, my bonus life I pulled from a box. And pull from a box with a needle every 3 weeks. Maybe maybe maybe. Maybe I fixed everything so I could do this one thing again, without realizing that one thing was what needed fixing. I am tired and I forgot how to have fun. I complain too much and I should keep it to myself, I’ve been told a lot the past few weeks. But the thing is that I can’t. I have an unrelenting ache and a never ending whine that must crank out of me like a tornado siren in the dark. That’s what’s been wrong with me the entire time, couldn’t they see? I’ve always needed to be seen to exist. But now they don’t see me, and I’m still existing. Perhaps, problem solved. Regrettably.

[nightmaureum]

We love you so much 🤍