HALSEY LYRIC PARALLELS
clementine (2019) vs. Hurricane (2014) & Tokyo Narita (2016)
“I thought I could make you stay if I just tried hard enough. If I just loved you hard enough. But I had no chance, did I? I will never be enough for you.”
— S
“To whom do I owe the biggest apology? No one’s been crueler than I’ve been to me.”
— Alanis Morissette, Sorry to Myself
Source: music-and-quotes
hunger-of-a-dreamer-deactivated
…. everything about this is absolutely perfect
i cried when i was leaving because i knew it would be the last time we were together.
How To Stop Being Jealous Of People Who Get All The Opportunities That My Trauma And Mental Illness Denied Me
i hate it when people ask “what’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever done?” like. awfully bold of you to assume i’ve reached peak dumbass.
my best friend has green eyes, freckles, brown hair and pretty lips and im in love
update: we kissed and im even more in love
update again: we drove to the water and took cute pictures and then came home and made dinner together while listening to italian songs and sneaking kisses im gonna marry him
I am addicted to writing songs about things I hate. I find it nearly impossible to write about these things I obsess over. Which frustrates me into a worm hole of further obsession. Because I can’t write about 2 eyes the cold comfortable hue of a refrigerator light glowing in the temptation of a midnight snack. And how I rub your head with my finger tips and press my open palm against your skull like I could push right through the bone and grab a gushy handful of your brain and take a chunk of it home with me to devour later. In my underwear, off a plate, in that refrigerator light, like cold Chinese. So you grip my face and scold me for taking more than you wanted to give, and I can feel my smile rising and push my cheeks through your fingers like a handful of clay, malleable in your grasp. I’ll miss your lap and the heat the between my legs and showering off my sticky thighs in the quiet when I get home. And oh will I miss the stern, saccharin voice melting from your lips hovering over my open hungry mouth. My mouth that slams shut when asked to sing a word about you. Nobody deserves to hear my dirty words. Nobody deserves to know you like I do.