The thing about 21 pilots and why everyone hates them is that the majority of their music is about mental illness, by two mentally ill people, and the songs are meant for mentally ill people. The problem is the two songs that least address this got super popular and the fandom grew to include a lot of people who aren’t mentally ill. And then these people act like the messages and shit are about them when they really aren’t. Like I have seen neurotypical people say “oh we all have a blurryface” when blurryface is a personification of the mental illness of the lead singer. And then other neurodivergent people see these NT people claiming terms and metaphors for mental illness for their own and it understandably pisses them off.
ATLAS: do not talk to me of the weight of the world, nor its people’s hearts. you know nothing of endurance. the heavens are heavy and my shoulders ache. i am tired.
APHRODITE: you think holding the earth is enough? you think you are close to them just because they rest on your back? you know nothing of their pain. do you even remember how tears taste?
ATLAS: i know pain. i know bruises that last centuries, bone deep and digging like claws, burrowing like worms through body structure-
APHRODITE: -you know standing still, rigid, a statue in body and soul alike / you know the exact weight of the human heart x 7 billion. you do not know how it feels to watch as they burn in place, how it feels to see them fall; down / in love / to their deaths.
ATLAS: i carry them in life and death. my dear, your hands are soft; they do not understand the strength it takes to balance oceans on knuckles and land against muscle.
APHRODITE: my hands are soft because they hold hearts as easily as you hold the world, and hearts, in their own way, are worlds. i know strength. better yet, i know how easily strength crumbles and i know how to guide through the breaking. do not equate soft with weak. they are not the same thing.