Love this album in general it’s his final release… RIP king 🥀
Oh I know its early, we're both in a hurry,
But its already late.
I always loved you, I still dream of you,
But the car pool won't wait.
When I used to hold you, remember I told you
That you'd be someone,
Or was it Cinderella tellin' Rockefeller
That time is the money of love ?
Mar 28, 2025
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I stole away and cried
'Cause I never had too much money
And I never been quite satisfied
And he was a friend of mine
Mar 28, 2025
I fell over
I fell onto the ground
I wish I was sober
I can't get up off the ground
...
When I closed my eyes
And I thought I was blind
It's the middle of the night
And I'll never be alright again
And this wallpaper
Keeps going 'round the room
Keeps going 'round the room
Keeps going 'round the room
And I follow it around the room
And I follow it around the room
Ooh
Keep smoking, I love you
Keep smoking, I love you
Keep smoking, I still love you
But I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die
I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die
I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die
I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die
(William, let me out William
William, let me out William)
And I sat there on the steps
Considering death
There were only seconds left of the night
And I said hell is the sun
Burning forever at the center of things
A ball on fire at the center of things
A ball on fire at the center of things
A brain on fire at the center of things
A brain on fire at the center of things
I can't turn this thing off, it keeps following me
Used to be so human, now it's just a machine
I can't turn this thing off, it keeps following me
When you say you were leaving, would you really leave?
...
(Welcome to the Nevada Museum of Arts audio guide, we hope your experience will be
Hello my name is Hojin Sojo I'm a senior at McQueen high school
My portfolio is a collection of paintings
That was created during last summer and the first half of my senior year
And it's called "The Lady"
And I didn't feel very well when I painted the first
And I didn't feel very well when I painted the last
And it was intense, it was an intense process
And it was how I was trying to, very hard, personify that intensity
But it's hard to talk about her now because I think she's with me at least that's how I feel
And I'm trying to figure out what to do now
And she represents fervour in women
She is powerful yet fragile
She's feared but also averts her gaze
And I loved her, at least I did
And- but now I feel lost
And I'm unsure of what to think and feel most of the time
But I just believe in her, The Lady
And maybe there is a different form now that the intensity takes
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Nov 4, 2024
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But I remember you, you had a body
You had hands and arms and legs and et cetera
Did I fail? Did I fall?
(In the morning when I wake up, are you mine?)
Did I waste my time, waste my time on a broken heart?
(Take the trash out like a bad dream, are you gone?)
Or is this the start of the great silence?
(From the old house, the fiercest heart spoke, are you mine?)
Is this the start of every day?
(Christmas tree's dead, you know how time flies, are you gone?)
...
So descend into cliché
If the music has forsaken you
Roll the stone over the grave
I never liked that one anyways
Or stare into the face
Of whatever it is that's facing you
And if the levee breaks
You'll find out what it is that's replacing you
And when the mirror breaks
I wouldn't miss it for the world
Call it blackstar
Call it painstar
The same thing happens when you touch it
Did they tell you what happens when you touch it?
Did they tell you what happens when you touch it?
Did they tell you
Did they tell me
What happened to you?
...
For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror;
Then we shall see face to face.
Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known
And now these two remain
...
Jan 24, 2024
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“Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage.”
— Anaïs Nin
This is uncharacteristically raw and personal, even for me, and pretty heavy! I know many of you have seen me posting through it and I feel safe to talk about it openly now that I’ve safely landed at the start of my new life. It’s honestly even a little bit embarrassing but I think it’s important to share.
I’ve never publicly mentioned it on here, but I have a husband; as of Friday, we’d have been together for 11 years, and we’ve been married for 3 years as of 2/22. I realize now that I wanted to explore what I looked like outside of my relationship with him because I had lost that. This is why PI.FYI has been so meaningful to me as a space to express myself and connect with people—to rediscover my voice.
I had been living a lie this entire time, to others but worst of all to myself. He’s been verbally and emotionally abusive, physically but without touching me, to the point that every day I spent with him I was in danger. I’ve been shrinking myself and walking on eggshells to avoid making him insecure and provoking his casual put-downs and fits of rage, while hanging on for dear life to the threads of good I could see.
I’ve wanted so badly to leave, more than anything, but I felt like there was no way out and that this was just something I would need to endure indefinitely—but someone who is so very dear to me helped me see that I have wings to fly, not by acting as my savior but by reminding me of my own power. The emotional safety they built and the gentle care they showed me made me feel like I could open up to them. With their encouragement I was brave enough to tell the truth to my friends, my family, my boss, and they have received me with warm, loving and open arms and rallied to support and protect me. The financial and logistical aspects were the most intimidating to me and it’s going to be tough for a while but I’m going to be better than okay!
Now I’m opening up to you. This isn’t the only abuse I’ve suffered in my life, and my old therapist told me she believed it was my mission to share my strength and light with others to inspire them and show them that change is possible.
I hope that by sharing this, I can reach even just one person who is going through something similar and show that they are not alone, and they are not weak. People with certain backgrounds may be more vulnerable to abuse, but it can happen to anyone. It thrives in darkness, shame, and isolation—and breaking that silence is the first step toward freedom.
Leaving is the scariest thing I have ever done but I have so many angels around me, and I am endlessly grateful. Thank you for being here with me đź’Ś
Mar 16, 2025
My dad teases me about how when I was a little kid, my favorite thing to do when I was on the landline phone with somebody—be it a relative or one of my best friends—was to breathlessly describe the things that were in my bedroom so that they could have a mental picture of everything I loved and chose to surround myself with, and where I sat at that moment in time. Perfectly Imperfect reminds me of that so thanks for always listening and for sharing with me too 💌
Feb 23, 2025
Schedule sent my resignation email for the morning, effective immediately âś…đź’…
Feb 27, 2025