#lyrical parallels

[yourdaisy]

love has ways of bringing things back to life

[folksyswift]

We hereby conduct this post-mortem… Knew he was a killer first time that I saw him. If I bleed you’ll be the last to know. I feel like I might sink and drown and die. What doesn't kill me makes me want you more. My broken bones are mending from all these nights we’re spending. Do I really have to tell you how he brought me back to life? I can't let you go, your handprints on my soul. Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep. My one and only, my lifeline. Remember how I said I'd die for you? Combat, I'm ready for combat. Threw out our cloaks and our daggers 'cause saying goodbye is death by a thousand cuts but I would die for you in secret. You fire off missiles 'cause you hate yourself but do you know you're demolishing me? I am ash from your fire. Break my soul in two looking for you but you're right here. "It only hurts this much right now" was what I was thinkin' the whole time. You assume I'm fine, and you don't really read into my melancholia. My depression works the graveyard shift. All my mornings are Mondays stuck in an endless February. In the shade of how he was feeling. Catastrophic blues, my sadness is contagious. I know my pain is such an imposition. I dream of crackin' locks, throwin' my life to the wolves or the ocean rocks. Make it make some sense why the wound is still bleedin' and I'm fadin'. Just how low did you think I'd go 'fore I'd self-implode? My spine split from carrying us up the hill and all I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest soldier. I'm getting tired even for a phoenix, always risin' from the ashes, mendin' all the gashes. Wet through my clothes, weary bones caught the chill. My face was gray, but you wouldn't admit that we were sick til we were too far gone to bring back to life. I can't find a pulse, my heart won't start anymore for you. I stopped CPR, after all, it's no use the spirit was gone, we would never come to. Our maladies were such we could not cure them. Two graves, one gun. Say it once again with feeling how the death rattle breathing silenced as the soul was leaving. The deflation of our dreaming leaving me bereft and reeling. My beloved ghost and me, sitting in a tree D-Y-I-N-G. You know there's many different ways that you can kill the one you love. The slowest way is never loving them enough.

[ourstaturestouchtheskies]

Printer's ornament showing a gated cemetery – unknown artist // the 1 – Taylor Swift // loml – Taylor Swift

[ithinkhobiknows]

now that we don't talk // feather

[swift-motifs]

hollanov  x  delicate

playlist  // more hollanov x t.s. // ao3 // screencaps from the sm*t cut

[darkacademiaarchivist]

this is me trying / hit the wall

[wh0reeee]

☆ ☆ recently i’ve found myself hyper fixated on the parallels between nin and jeff buckley’s music, which before i found myself re-discovering my love for nin earlier this year - jeff buckley’s music saw me in ways that hit the depths of my soul in the same ways the entire nin discography has, and i’ve seen my mutuals do lyrical parallels on here so here’s my take on that <33

[chickawah23]

This is just a clown comparison

Between guilty as sin? And this scene from the Opalite mv

“What if I rolled the stone away…”

rock rolls off the swing while the two kids and brunette woman are playing the background

“What if the way you hold me is actually what’s holy…”

brunette in the background goes and hugs or holds one of the kids.