these balconies are hardly safe
without a head to contemplate
seems chandeliers can clearly break
when crooked breathing wont awake

and i thought i knew you well
as my limbs begin to swell
with my awkward bloody knees
can't you just let me be, just let me be

stale repetition, blending in
marginal doorways getting dim
insisting chaos takes control
pretentious friendships let me go

everyone here is the same
everyone here is the same
everyone here is the same
everyone here is the same
I hardly remember their names

Weepy Hollow

ִֶָ. .✮⋆‧₊⁺‧˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ⋆𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐narchy 🌑
https://youtu.be/lzz1Zq3MYS8?si=PfiKt5wUk9CSQxTb
ִֶָ. .✮⋆‧₊⁺‧

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Michael Todd Berland and Christian Novelli

i find that everyone says this..in many lifetimes has this been said but, truly - music helps me escape my pathetic excuse for a life in a way i feel nobody will ever understand. sounds so silly doesn’t it? in music i can create my own home, my own kitchen, my own pretty little room, my own clothing, friends,  job, car, food.. i can make everything up in my head through a song that makes me feel a thousand emotions that could never be summoned into physical human words. lonely, is what it sounds like. Yes, it can make me sad, but yes to thrilling because this music is typically my own, & only mine to listen to and sit for hours and imagine a life I’ve never had or probably will never be able to experience. 

🌿.

Weepy Hollow

fox academy