"Loving you is easy
I could do it in my sleep
I dream of you so often
It's like you never leave"
lately, I keep thinking about how Hurricane Katrina flipped my whole life on its face despite being just outside the city when it happened, less than an hour out.
Ida, last year, was a worse storm for my town... but the damage from New Orleans was felt all over the state. It felt post-apocalyptic, genuinely.
I was too young to remember Katrina, but I wasn't too young to remember the pain it caused my mom and lead to her suicide.
How dad had to pay for her funeral with the money the government gave us to fix our roof (which wasn't shit, the money. Thanks, Bush).
How my siblings moved away, got caught up in drugs, and we grew distant.
How the house I grew-up in slowly decayed. How I was throwing rats off of me in my sleep.
How we were homeless and living with my grandma "temporarily". How my dad got laid-off, how he fell into such a deep depression that it sucked us all up...
Man. All because of that fucking hurricane. I know I had it lucky compared to the poc in the city, who lost their everything and got displaced to Houston and Mississippi...
this storm changed everyone's story.
Happy 17th to the root of all my trauma.
Well, somebody told me
that you had a boyfriend
that looked like a girlfriend
i had in February of last year
I wanted you...
... to love me like you used to do.
Obituary - Agent Ribbons
I’m craving love and none of that till death do us part Honey, if you’re dead then give me your heart
They may whistle when you bend over
But I’m the only one coming over
So boys, keep your nickels and your dimes
Do you believe that you belong to someone? I can’t believe that I belong to no one No, I can’t believe that I belong to no one
i actually need to archive a lot of russian music from my deep dive a few years back. it all fuckin rocks.