maybe the only reason i ever get excited for my future is the idea that i will discover music ive never heard of and find new favourite albums and songs, music is why i want to get old
Most of the time, I sing, then listen the voice which is filled with healing. Healing to those feeling the Lyrics, Voice touchingly healing the wound alike to another’s, Story-Lyrics moving figuratively like a Hill, Singing my lungs out with my Snapchat filter cartoon~dancing without FEAR as it melts my heart. After a Song at a time, I can finally say that I joined the birds.
Notably, join me in…
the fact beyoncé was praised as a feminist icon when she actively perpetuates the homewrecker narrative… like girl your husband cheating is nobody’s fault but your husbands. other women can be seductive all they want, its still your mans choice to cheat. also she raised her man? ouch. and all that for… jay z of all people. and she is fucking BEYONCÉ she is untouchable yet she lowers herself to this. „i can understand why youre attracted to my man“ youre the only one 🤨
Cloud Study – Knud Baade // The Wanderer – Ferdinand Brunner // Cloud Study – Knud Baade // The Wrath of the Seas – Ivan Aivazovsky (detail) // Clouds Over the Sea – Ivan Aivazovsky // Big Clouds – Hans Emmenegger (detail) // Study of Clouds with a Sunset Near Rome – Simon Denis // Before the Storm – Isaac Levitan // Dear Wormwood – The Oh Hellos
I feel like hozier doesn’t say fuck a lot in his lyrics but you can be sure that when he does, the placement is going to hit so good every time. snorting that shit like a line of cocaine
There's something at the tip of my tongue about the parallels between Jackie and Wilson and Who We Are
How the narrator of Jackie and Wilson wants to run away with a woman that he's carved out of his imagination based on a brief interaction. How they would try the world, but good god it wasn't for them. So they run away from it into a fantasy world where they live by their own rules.
And then comes the narrator of Who We Are, who dreamt his whole life of finding someone who would hold him like water or like a knife, only to find that running away from the world will only get them so far, since "the hardest part is who we are". And only to find out that the "phantom life" he's fantasized about is actually just that: a phantom. And its absence sharpens like a knife
Choices one makes reflect hope and fear
Be brave, endure the pain
Then one might just gain
The strength one sought
Which may be hearts and souls of life
Meanings all of us search for