evermore is the perfect christmas album because it’s more about the holiday experience rather then “MERRY CHRISTMAS”! like it’s miserable, it’s nostalgic, it’s heartbreaking, it’s hopeful, it’s restoring. it’s everything that comes about once a year when all roads lead to your home town. when everyone goes back home and must relive the part of them they wish they could bury but can’t. they relive the pain the once thought would be evermore but realize it’s not evermore
...My mother loves me and there is nothing more to say. I love my mother and there is nothing more to say. I pray and pray that I don't become her someday, and there is nothing more to say.
...My mother loves me and there is nothing more to say. I love my mother and there is nothing more to say. I pray and pray that I don't become her someday, and there is nothing more to say.
one night I asked him what were the 4 things he could see,in my attempt to ground his anxiety. He replied " curtains,bedsheet,my pillowcase and if I close my eyes,you"
if only we weren't so shortlived my gorgeous gorgeous boy. I wish.
august is about borrowed time, it’s about trying to hold onto things so hard but it’s bound to slip out one day or another, it’s about right person and not enough time, it’s about i wish you were mine but i know i need to let you go
We might be okay, but we’re not fine at all because All Too Well: The Short Film just won Best Longform Video at the VMAs!! Proud is an understatement. ♥️
A friend once told me how she regretted looking through people so much,and how everytime they left,it felt like they'd take a piece of her with them and she would spend her lifetime trying to fill that void. I couldn't help but agree,strongly. I think about it to this day and sometimes it makes me realize,maybe life is supposed to be that way. The voids in you are nothing but remembrance of those who found a home within you. More symbolic of how,even with all those wounds buried deep inside,you once sheltered someone and how they made themselves comfortable amidst your ache. And now that they're gone,maybe you get to hold on to those voids like bittersweet gifts from time,that on some nights ache for the ones who lived within them.
unfriendly reminder: this is a sex worker positive space. I will not tolerate the disrespect of sex workers here, and if you cant agree with that without a doubt then you're not welcome here.
Your laughter ringing like a bell, fading in and out of these stone walls. Can barely see you but still sense your amused air as I trip on the slippery rocks beneath my feet. Feeling everything at once, I lived twice and while they chased our shadows, I cried of smiles.