Every time I get hooked on a song I make it my entire life, the air that I breathe, it’s like scripture. I wrote a really bad poem for big time sensuality by bjork because it kinda reminded me of why I’m alive .
Currently optimistic by skeeter Davis has had me in a gentle vice . It’s so dreamy . Also skeeter Davis is a beautiful name for a young woman with a voice cherished by thousands…
It just makes me want to put My wet laundry On a clothesline in a field.
May 2, 2024
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If a song is stuck in my head it’s not my own doing, I‘m clueless to the reason, I only know I need to listen to it again as soon as possible. I rather enjoy this surrender of control.
Right now it’s Care by Hana Vu. She’s a friend, but that is not why.
Feb 26, 2024
makes me feel like a garden fairy sittin at a small pond’s edge observing small critters go about their day, enjoying the sun
Apr 3, 2025
This song hits a deep part of my soul. It’s crazy because it’s theme is not relatable to me at all, i‘m in a healthy and happy relationship, but i think it’s sound and her voice just hit me in a deep way.
Mar 29, 2025
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I fucking love it
IM YOUR BIGGEST FAN ILL FOLLOW YOU UNTIL YOU LOVE ME
PAPA PAPARAZIIIIIII
May 5, 2024
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Like a dear friend . I miss how when I would smoke a cigarette it would settle into my hair , blanketing a preexisting layer of perfume. I love the way smoke seeps into the fabric of my car, my clothes, even into my skin. Smells like my parents, my grandparents. Our old house. Dads gold Lincoln towncar that we got shot at in. And last time I saw one of those, I was picking dad up from jail, and its license plate read TRULOVE.
Dec 14, 2024
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Loneliness prevails! I would much rather live purely in solitude for ever and ever than waste another precious second in the presence of someone who has little skin in the game of knowing me or seeing me. Hearing me! I wonder why you keep me around if all your hearts desire is to hear the sound of your own voice.
It makes no difference if it’s me or anyone for that matter.
For all you know or even care I am merely an ottoman for you to rest your feet on, or a coffee table meant simply to pedestal your various notebook scrawlings and half-read books. I am a file cabinet. I have it here, dated, what you Thought and what you felt about work, or about your friends. ask me, I have it all.
And I loved it. I loved knowing you. I wanted to. I investigated and interrogated. I poured over it all with great curiosity, praying for all my red threads to weave a tapestry of you.
but I can’t remember the last time you asked me something about myself. When the opportunity arises, and god forbid, I Take it, you can barely hold your breath. Its like a shark sensing blood. You just can’t wait to talk talk talk talk talk.
But hey, it’s your life, and baby, I’m just living in it.
Dec 10, 2024