YOU BELONG TO ME "They stole your soul and locked it away and kept telling you it was okay." A playlist for a selkie and his captor.
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YOU BELONG TO ME "They stole your soul and locked it away and kept telling you it was okay." A playlist for a selkie and his captor.
L U R K -- Cost you to keep me quiet ✖ Give in to the slow descent. Give in to the trust to feel it. ✖ We both know more trouble's gonna find us If we're all alone ✖ Be careful making wishes in the dark ✖ There ain't no rest for the wicked until we close our eyes for good ✖ Sleep with one eye open gripping your pillow tight ✖ Bootleg emotions bottled up explosions ✖ I'm coming after you when you're sleeping at night ✖ I'll jump the freeway median, I'm savage cause my mode is that I'm meaner than the average ✖ In all chaos there is calculation, dropping glasses just to hear them break ✖ I wanna be faithful I wanna be raw I wanna be ignorant and I wanna know all I wanna die someday I wanna live long I want what I ask for and I get what I want ✖
"And there’s a crooked line I don’t want to take the time to straighten. Cause when you do, you realize it’s the whole damn world that’s bent"
(Never) Let Me Go
a playlist for a demon girl, a lost boy, and an angel.
Jacqueline Hayes insists on at least one family photo session a year, on top of their regularly scheduled newspaper and magazine appearances. Kenneth and Natalie don't have much say in the matter, but express their displeasure by messing with the colour scheme or "forgetting" to comb their hair.
Permanent || a mix for Kenneth and Natalie Hayes
They lost each other in the woods they so loved to explore. She followed the flutter of wings to imprisonment, and he remained in that empty house, consumed by guilt, returning to the forest of nightmares day after day to comb the trees for the sister he'd lost. When she came home, cursed and broken, a winter had grown between them, a white wall of secrecy which holds them apart even as they cling tighter than ever. One thing is certain: they cannot lose one another again.
{Listen}
"And fuck darling, how far you fell; Left fragmented bones, like feathers in your wake..."
Name → Abel Ginzburg “Breath”
Age → Twenty-Three
Species → Fallen Angel
Occupation → High School Day Care Worker, Night time Janitor
Personality;
+ Concerned, Genuine, Independent, Resourceful
- Guilt-ridden, Obliging, Secretive, Sorrowful
You had the world and you gave it up for a little boy. In saving his life, you ruined both of yours, falling until you were human. You lived your life trying to fly again, trying to make up for what you did. But inside your soul there's a sorrow like a pit, and it drowns in water like the little boy you saved. You fell in love with the boy and his girl, lying to him and unbarring your soul to her. But you're lying, darling. You're still lying.
You've fallen until you lost yourself. And now you're making up for all your mistakes
we will soon be rotten we will all be forgotten a lola sinclair mixtape compiled by mercy; check below for listing; order is undefined; listen @ 8tracks