Harry's voice has always been my favorite, but he's gone to another level lately! The soul in his voice always blows me away, and his command of his range is just so impressive. he's been making some really interesting note changes in his live performances too, it's just so much fun to see him go to work because he always brings something new to a song
his voice is soooooo incredible. it always has been but lately everything just comes so easily and sounds so beautiful. his vibrato is???? out of this world. I love all the additions to live performances and that’s such a mark of someone who has a real command on music that they can change things up like that so frequently. he’s just amazing ✨🌸😌
R.I.P Olivia Campbell, another soul confirmed dead from the vile attack after the Ariana concert, my 14 year old cousin was there and could easily have been amongst the deceased, so relieved that she’s not yet so heartbroken for the people who’ve been less fortunate. Let us never forget the beautiful faces of the people who died, rest in peace.
So saddened, disheartened and disgusted with the state of the world today. So much tragedy, loss, evil and hatred infiltrating to the very core….seeping into our very existence. I’m really finding it hard to understand how we as human beings can have such a blatant disregard for another human life. How…WHY…are we doing this to one another?! My soul is tired and my heart bleeds. For all the weary, the hurt, the broken, the disenfranchised. I am praying for healing, praying for change but most of all, praying for love. Because it’s evident that that is what is missing the most from this world….💔🙏🏻
time to ward off another poor soul that thinks they like me.
sometimes my depression is so heavy that i don’t change outta my pjs for the entire weekend.
there are 4 half full water bottles collecting dust on my desk.
i am in love with the idea of being in love but terrified of being left alone again.
sometimes i just sit and stare out my window when i disassociate. i can’t move for about 15-30 minutes. its terrifying.
i’m overly affectionate.
i have a need to constantly be touched and touch others (unless they don’t like being touched. im not an asshole)
On a moonless night many years ago, you met a man at a crossroads on the outskirts of town. He offered you many splendid things - all that you could want and more, all at a single fixed price. How could you say no to deal like that?
Now the Devil has come to collect his due. He arrives at your doorstep in crimson and gray, merry eyes dancing like the flames of Hell. When you do not resist, he looks disappointed, as though claiming your soul is another weary chore on a list as long as eternity. Does he want you to weep, to fight him, to beg for another few years? Or perhaps… perhaps he is just looking for a game.
A contest, then? His eyes burn brightly at this suggestion. Yes, there is no doubt about it - you’ve seen that hungry look before, on the face of every compulsive gambler you’ve ever known.
It is the old wager. Should you win, all debts are forgiven, and he gives up all claim over your soul. Should you lose, he will collect his payment in full.
You never learned to play the fiddle, so his first hopeful suggestion is shot down. A game of riddles is no better - the only one you can remember involves a frog in a blender. Chess, then? No, no. You called one of your pieces “the horsey” and he ended the game abruptly.
There’s got to be something you can play, he pleads, voice teetering on the edge of desperation. Backgammon? Billiards? Poker? Golf? But you have never been a competitive person - winning has never appealed to you the way it does to some, and you are not the worthy and driven opponent he craves.
And then… you find it. It’s not what your infernal guest was hoping for, but it’s all you’ve got, and by now he’s ready to settle for anything that offers a challenge. Long nights spent playing against yourself during the lonely years after grad school honed your skills to a keen edge. It’s the last chance you’re ever going to get, and by God, you’re giving it your all.
Anyone passing by your window would see nothing at all out of the ordinary - just two hunched figures, lost in twin concentration, and between you, a Scrabble board.
It’s times like this when you realise that money or being financially free provides life with a level of freedom but it isn’t something to dedicate you’re entire existence towards.
It’s times like this when you realise that what makes life worth living is love; falling in love and creating families, making memories with your loved ones, waking up to the person you love everyday, loving your occupation, loving yourself.
It’s times like this when you realise how empty life was before, when you finally connect your souls missing piece with another soul, and formulate a bond stronger than anything you’ve experienced before. A reciprocated love that solely promotions growth and positive changes.