fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘the theatrics of a sick girl.’
[text id: this fragile attempt at metamorphosis / has left me stunted with a myriad of faces]
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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘the theatrics of a sick girl.’
[text id: this fragile attempt at metamorphosis / has left me stunted with a myriad of faces]
“But everyone knows that walls have ears/And the workers heard him”
This line, this FREAKING LINE, hits me so hard every time. Walls have ears and the workers heard him. Because the workers have literally become a part of Hadestown, and nothing else. Your place on the assembly line/replaces all your memories. The wall and the workers that build it have become one and the same. They are Hadestown and Hadestown is them. Show them a crack and they’ll tear down the wall/lend them an ear and the kingdom will fall.
What if I screamed? What then?
shane hollander is like. If dreams were thunder and lightning was desire this old house would've burnt down a long time ago
The way this song is literally Will to Macklin at the Olympics, and now at Worlds.
last night we let the lime jarritos talk………
lmk if anyone wants to buy my lyrics cuz obviously some people are UNGRATEFUL!!
Discovered the recipe for success in art:
1. gay or weird relation towards gender
2. affinity for the grotesque
3. a fetish of some sort
4. a personality disorder or any sort of mental issue