"Let me know the way
Before there is hell to pay
Make the room to lay the law
and let me go
I've got to make a play
To make my lover stay
So, what would an angel say?
The devil wants to know
The devil wants to know
The devil wants to know
What I need is a good defense
'Cause I'm feelin' like a bad, bad boy*
And I need to be redeemed
To the one I've sinned against
'Cause he's all I ever knew of love
All I ever knew of love"
"Criminal", by Fiona
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Older - Mafia AU, long-haired Tian.
I put some extra love on their tattoos this time.
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DO NOT REPOST/USE without consent, goddamnit.
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extraordinary machine by Fiona Apple / I don't smoke by Mitski
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Finally happy with how my room looks at the moment.
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Now when you look at me, you're condemned to see. The monster your mother made you to be.
Regret // Fiona Apple
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How can I ask someone to love me when all I do is beg to be left alone?
Fiona Apple // Left Alone
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Hunger hurts but starving works when it costs too much to love Hunger hurts but starving works when it costs too much to love Hunger hurts but starving works when it costs too much to love Hunger hurts but it works when it costs too much to love
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when alex g said, 'you are just a boy you are no man and nobody you know will understand' and fiona apple said, 'i thought he was a man but he was just a little boy'
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The lava of a volcano
Shot up hot from under the sea
One thing leads to another
And you made an island of me
- Fiona Apple, Werewolf
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I'm a tulip in a cup
I stand no chance of growing up
I've made my peace, I'm dead, I'm done
I watch you live to have my fun
Valentine, Fiona Apple
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"Fiona Apple used to have this daydream fantasy. She will walk into school chapel and there will be these lumps beneath her clothes, just beginning to show. She’ll stride down the center aisle and kneel in front of the altar, and all of her clothes will peel off. Her wings will show themselves. She will look at everybody – all those people who had teased her, or laughed at her, or talked behind her back about how weird she was – and then she will rise up and fly out of the building. And as she sweeps into the sky, free and triumphant, she will hear them all whispering. Many voices, but all saying the same three words; at last acknowledging, with their amazed chatter, what she always knew, and they never believed.
Fiona has wings. . . . Fiona has wings. . . . Fiona has . . ."
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