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I wish I had wings still so I could like wrap them around my friends to comfort them or keep them warm
A damaged wayside crucifix near Bellenglise being used to hold telephone wires, 9 October 1918.
'The Wild Swans' illustrated by Jennie Harbour
“janie” by ethel cain is, for me, the most gut-wrenching song on the album because it captures something i’ve chased my whole life but only found once, the innocence and safety of loving a friend like a sister. it’s not about romance, or attraction, or any of the messy, conditional ways love can twist when other people’s desires get involved. it’s about the kind of bond that feels stitched into your soul, the kind you never had growing up but always looked for without even realizing.
i’ve always longed for a female connection like that. i didn’t grow up knowing what it felt like to be loved without expectation. i learned early that attention came with a price, that love had to be earned by being useful, pretty, pleasing. men’s attention was the only kind i knew how to seek, because it was all that was shown to me. and so for years, i carried this quiet, unspoken hunger, not for romance, but for someone who saw me without weighing my worth in terms of what i could offer them.
when i finally found that in another woman, it was like my chest cracked open. i didn’t know how much my inner child, the traumatized, lonely little girl who thought she’d never be understood, had been waiting for it. suddenly i wasn’t just me at 25 anymore, i was also me at 7, 10, 16, and i finally had the sister i’d always needed. someone to laugh with in a way that didn’t feel like performing. someone who could sit in silence with me and still make me feel safe. someone who, without trying, began to heal the parts of me i thought would stay raw forever.
that’s why this song hits so hard. because with that kind of closeness comes a new kind of fear, not the fear of being hurt in the ways i’d known before, but the fear of losing something pure after a life of enduring that darkness. that ache of watching the world creep in, of other people’s choices shifting the ground beneath you. it’s not jealousy in the romantic sense. it’s grief at the thought of not being the one she turns to first anymore. it’s wanting to hold on to the version of you both that existed before life got complicated.
“please don’t leave me, i’ll always need more… i know she’s your girl now, but she was my girl first.”
it’s that quiet plea, not to keep someone forever, but to keep the door open. to still have that place in their life where you can be exactly who you’ve always been with each other.
sisterhood, real sisterhood, is built on mutual trust and unconditional love. not the kind of intimacy that hinges on attraction, but the kind that lets you breathe easier just knowing the other person exists. in that space, you are loved for your soul, not your face, not your assets, not the way you fit into someone’s plans.
“janie” reminds me that this kind of love is so fucking rare, and maybe that’s why it’s so fragile. it’s a song about holding on, about the ache of knowing something precious can change even if neither of you want it to, and about the kind of bond that leaves an imprint you carry for the rest of your life. and it made me grateful for finding a connection like this, because even tho she‘s an ocean away -
she was my sister first.
i will always love you @pt0lemae
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I‘d wrap you up in satin sheets& love you softly
Smoking a joint on the deck, wind blowing fresh seedlings from blooming trees. The river has finally risen and all seems to be right in my home.
And now i've come to sap it all up, all this beautiful life.
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