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taylor price
styofa doing anything
sheepfilms
Claire Keane
Not today Justin

if i look back, i am lost

Kiana Khansmith
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Keni
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

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NASA
RMH
Sade Olutola

Kaledo Art

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#angel
Cody vanessa and me
REUNION
we adults now
Hello
Osamu Dazai, The Setting Sun
“You are making breakfast in every dream that I have of you. You are in the kitchen, your soft middle pressed up against the cold marble countertops like a vision too beautiful for the magazines, sprinkling dark chocolate chips over pancakes. I think for a brief second that I am dreaming inside of my dream, that I had to make you up twice, just to get it right. You, brushing your dark hair out of your face, smearing batter across your cheeks. You have come and made my dreams smaller, narrower. Filled them with sugar and your body humming in the same room as mine. I dream, now, of a normal life with you. A life where breakfast lasts until the sun goes down, until I have finished gazing at you from across the table, flour dried to your forehead like a kiss.”
— Caitlyn Siehl, Chocolate Chip Pancakes
“In sane moments we regard only the facts, the case that is. Say what you have to say, not what you ought. Any truth is better than make-believe.”
— Henry David Thoreau, Walden
⭐️ emimi’s existential tamagotchis ⋆ ݁. ˖ ✩ itsemimi 🍡
Vibe
I ask, if I shall never see you again and fix my eyes on that solidity, what form will our communication take? You have gone across the court, further and further, drawing finer and finer the thread between us. But you exist somewhere. Something of you remains.
VIRGINIA WOOLF
WAVES
I've listen to this song abillion times in 3 days
My chest is letting its last petals drop with your favorite melodies that i choose to be my morning alarm. Stop thinking about it, 17 years should feel like another time but it's coming back, and you said goodnight, like it was the first time.
Our story, it's all here, I want to wrap it like every bad dream I had, and you know when I told you in panic eye mornings through the down pour that I was right. But in the end I left. And that plane ride was better then the first but here we are, you said you've changed but you've only grown up. I could be there but I stayed 22, a peter in my Neverland but with half a heart and a hand empty. I only have one tv going now but I can still hear you humming, and i know it was real even when you say we didnt desurve this. But we did, the world couldn't handle it. Half of ourselves choosing to drown because here we are and you cant deny that the front porch light was ment for the last days
Your fine but are you going to ever go back to.the lake and pretend that the wind was blowing my hair from my eyes, that picture perfect head falling back twinkle in our eyes and we knew it would be like this but Hope is for the birds flying away from winter, our wings came apart with the chatter, but I still have every feather, i put them in a pillow so I'll never sleep without the weight of us.
Goodbye forevers strum in acoustic of the bathroom walls
My chest is letting its last petals drop with your favorite melodies that i choose to be my morning alarm. Stop thinking about it, 17 years should feel like another time but it's coming back, and you said goodnight, like it was the first time.
Our story, it's all here, I want to wrap it like every bad dream I had, and you know when I told you in panic eye mornings through the down pour that I was right. But in the end I left. And that plane ride was better then the first but here we are, you said you've changed but you've only grown up. I could be there but I stayed 22, a peter in my Neverland but with half a heart and a hand empty. I only have one tv going now but I can still hear you humming, and i know it was real even when you say we didnt desurve this. But we did, the world couldn't handle it. Half of ourselves choosing to drown because here we are and you cant deny that the front porch light was ment for the last days
Your fine but are you going to ever go back to.the lake and pretend that the wind was blowing my hair from my eyes, that picture perfect head falling back twinkle in our eyes and we knew it would be like this but Hope is for the birds flying away from winter, our wings came apart with the chatter, but I still have every feather, i put them in a pillow so I'll never sleep without the weight of us.
My chest is letting its last petals drop with your favorite melodies that i choose to be my morning alarm. Stop thinking about it, 17 years should feel like another time but it's coming back, and you said goodnight, like it was the first time.
Our story, it's all here, I want to wrap it like every bad dream I had, and you know when I told you in panic eye mornings through the down pour that I was right. But in the end I left. And that plane ride was better then the first but here we are, you said you've changed but you've only grown up. I could be there but I stayed 22, a peter in my Neverland but with half a heart and a hand empty. I only have one tv going now but I can still hear you humming, and i know it was real even when you say we didnt desurve this. But we did, the world couldn't handle it. Half of ourselves choosing to drown because here we are and you cant deny that the front porch light was ment for the last days
My chest is letting its last petals drop with your favorite melodies that i choose to be my morning alarm. Stop thinking about it, 17 years should feel like another time but it's coming back, and you said goodnight, like it was the first time.
“My heart has nowhere else to go.”
— Yukiko Okada
I don't wanna go back, no, I don't wanna go
I don't wanna go back, no, I don't wanna go
I don't wanna go back, no, I don't wanna go
I don't wanna go back, no, I don't wanna go
A moment I can't leave behind
It was hide and go seek at the end of our childhood
Say goodbye to the innocent mind
I hear voices and I see lights coming from the door down the hall
I hear voices and I see lights coming from the door
I was born in a time machine
Broken down at some gruesome scene
Sometimes it works in reverse
And so I relive what hurts
You didn't know I was there, I didn't wanna be
Now I can always go back but I don't wanna see
You didn't know I was there, I didn't wanna be
Now I can always go back but I don't wanna see
Brings me back here at the worst times
As if things weren't bad enough
When you ruined me here the first time
I can't just go away
Not now, not again, not today
I was born in a time machine
Broken down at some gruesome scene
Sometimes it works in reverse
And so I relive what hurts
I got used to numbing so comfortably
Locked in here with what's haunting me
Now I don't dare turn my back
That's when I get attacked
I'm broken down in a time machine
You know, I hear voices and I see lights coming
From the door down the hall
I hear voices and I see lights coming
From the door
I was born in a time machine
Broken down at some gruesome scene
Sometimes it works in reverse
And so I relive what hurts
I got used to numbing so comfortably
Locked in here with what's haunting me
Now I don't dare turn my back
That's when I get attacked
I'm broken down in a time machine
I'm broken down in a time machine
I paint us a picture
And we're doing honest and right
Then hang it up where it will be gently kissed by the light
But I'm drawn to distractions, I like where they lead me off to
Where I reach for the reasons, I'm searching for something to do
I've reset the filter, there's little that gets to my head
And it sits where the station just hisses and crackles high end
Still, I've got this keg and some powder, enough to let go
When the sky starts to fill up with smoke, that's the way to my home
Now you know
Saw the eyes get dark and the words get hard
Never once been cut but I see scars
We all wear ours on the outside (we all have them)
Where everyone can see (we all have these scars)
Hiding out in plain sight (we all have thorns)
Buried under these scars
To be so close to perfect is to know it cannot be so
And so far from actually being out here all on our own
Instead where the missteps do not only haunt you, they hunt you down
And where those that protect you can no longer rescue
And they cannot be found
Saw the eyes get dark and the words get hard
Never once been cut but I see scars
We all wear ours on the outside (we all have them)
Where everyone can see (we all have these scars)
Hiding out in plain sight (we all have thorns)
Buried under these
Saw the eyes get dark and the words get hard
Never once been cut but I see scars
We all wear ours on the outside (we all have them)
Where everyone can see (we all have these scars)
Hiding out in plain sight (we all have thorns)
Buried under these
who told you that you could call me out like that
As for “Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me,” Swift revealed that she wrote the tune “alone, sitting at the piano in one of those moments when I felt bitter about just all the things we do to our artists as a society and as a culture.” “There’s a lot about this particular concept on ‘The Tortured Poets Department,'” she added. “What do we do to our writers, and our artists, and our creatives? We put them through hell. We watch what they create, then we judge it. We love to watch artists in pain, often to the point where I think sometimes as a society we provoke that pain and we just watch what happens.”
Taylor on “Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me” and TTPD (Variety)