NEVER FUCKIN KNOW

NEVER FUCKIN KNOW (Stripped)

sun bleached flies x coked up (ethel cain ft ayesha erotica)

Stepdream

How Much Time to Quit

megan's song

pins and needles nessa barrett (cover)

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TIT FOR TAT (k waters Remix)


I′ve got a river running right into you
I've got a blood trail, red in the blue
Something you say or something you do
A taste of the divine

You′ve got my body, flesh, and bone, yeah
The sky above, the earth below

Raise me up again
Take me past the edge
I want to see the other side

See the other side

You've got my body, flesh, and bone
The sky above, the earth below

Raise me up again
Take me past the edge
I want to see the other side

Won't you show me what it′s like?
Won′t you show me what it's like?

the summoning - Single (LIVE)

I don't know how much more I can take
'Cause I'm gonna need more than sunlight at getting in shape
Weed makes me panic and Lexapro drives me insane
Tell me, how do you do what you love when you're sick in the brain?
And you're two thousand miles away
So why am I stalkin' your Twitter and lying awake?
I show my true colors, you left, and my life got so gray
I can't get over you, yet I build up so much hate
But despite all the lies and projections, I hope you're okay
I'm not, I don't want to escape
I pop and my ego deflates
I'm starin' me down, I surrender to sound
Just to find out that I was a fake

deepfake - Remastered Single

I feel, I'm feeling something
I feel, I feel I'm burning for you
I feel, I feel I'm yearning for you

I want you to take me back to the night we met
Right when you touched me where hands can't
Now you get too close but you don't even touch
Standing right there, like you don't know what it does
Your eyes are screaming all the words not said (Girl, I)

Yearn for you, burn for you
Yearn for you, burn for you
(Your voice, your eyes, your hands, your lips)
(Your skin, your touch, do you feel this?)
Yearn for you (Your voice, your eyes, your hands, your lips)
(Your skin, your touch, do you feel this?)
Burn for you (Your voice, your eyes, your hands, your lips)
(Your skin, your touch, do you feel this?)

D—Do you feel this?

It takes me back to a dream I had
Your heart wide opеn, drowning in regret
Now you get too closе but you don't even touch
Standing right there, like you don't know what it does
Butterflies are flying away from my hair (Girl, I)

Yearn For You (Light)

I feel, I'm feeling something
I feel, I feel I'm burning for you
I feel, I feel I'm yearning for you


Wet hair, rain is pouring
Outside your apartment
Kissed your lips, nothing feels the same
Red knees, soaked in pavement
I need to touch your skin
Can't unlove you, my mistake

You said you'd never wanna die
I met you in another life
I drew stars around your scars
You said it made you feel alive
(Girl, I)

Yearn for you, burn for you
Yearn for you, burn for you
(Your voice, your eyes, your hands, your lips)
(Your skin, your touch, do you feel this?)
Yearn for you (Your voice, your eyes, your hands, your lips)
(Your skin, your touch, do you feel this?)
Burn for you (Your voice, your eyes, your hands, your lips)
(Your skin, your touch, do you feel this?)

Wet hair, rain is falling
Mending what has broken
Kissed your lips, nothing feels the same
Midnight stars are glowing
Plеase, leave your window opеn
So you hear me calling your name

You said you'd never wanna die
I met you in another life
I drew stars around your scars
To find my way into your heart
(Girl, I)

Yearn for you, burn for you
Yearn for you (Your voice, your eyes, your hands, your lips)
(Your skin, your touch, do you feel this?)
Burn for you (Your voice, your eyes, your hands, your lips)
(Your skin, your touch, do you feel this?)
Yearn for you

I feel, I'm feeling something
I feel, I'm feeling something for you (Burn for you)
I feel, I'm feeling something for you

Your voice, your eyes, your hands, your lips
Your skin, your touch, do you feel this?

Yearn For You (Shadow)

I. it's the summer of pot smoke and porch days and i am staring at my toothpaste-splattered reflection in the bathroom mirror: heavy 1PM eyes, shitty skin, lazy ring of hickeys just above my collarbone. through the wall, i listen to my housemate run a poem with my name now crammed between every syllable. my hair is still tangled from someone else's fingers. i feel exactly as disgusted as the tiles sticking to my feet, the mold colony overhead, the "WANTED" poster left by the last tenants: a pen-and-ink centipede with a speech bubble containing my new favorite word: "I'M DISGUSTING. IF YOU SEE ME, PLEASE KILL ME."

II. I've closed my eyes so the boy in my bed can't see how dry they are. the room is dark, except for the light sneaking in where the wall meets ceiling. this place is more half-assed diorama than apartment and i have the emotional capacity of clay. i have decided that pretending to cry might make me seem less heartless. i am hoping that with a magic combination of words, he will simply vanish from my bed, my apartment, the past six months of my life, that i will wake up with clean sheets and a clear conscience instead of this feeling bubbling through my throat that is not sadness or guilty, really, but a sense that everything wrong in the world is all my fault.

III. my body is molding from the inside, mushrooms blossoming in the soft parts of my skull. new year's eve again and i am going to be good this time. i am going to be good. but, after my assault: the so-called "psychotically depressed" person who tries to kill herself doesn't do so out of a quote 'hopelessness' or any abstract conviction that life's assets and debits do not square. and surely not because death seems suddenly appealing. the person in whom it's invisible agony reaches a certain unendurable level will kill herself the same way a trapped person will eventually jump from the window of a burning high-rise. make no mistake about people who leap from burning windows and can't sleep at night. their terror of falling from a great height is still just as great as it would be for you or me standing speculatively at the same window just checking out the view. i.e the fear of falling remains a constant, and outweighs the possibility of release. the variable here is the other terror, the fire's flames: when the flames get close enough, people mutter selfishness as a hope of falling to death. this becomes slightly less terrible of two terrors. and yet, nobody down on the sidewalk, looking up and yelling "DON'T!" and "HANG ON!", can understand the jump. not really, you'd have to have been personally trapped and felt flames to really understand a terror way beyond falling. 

IIII. i had no interests. i had no interest in anything. i had no idea how i was going to escape. at least the other had some taste for life. they seemed to understand something that i didn't understand. maybe i was lacking, it was possible. i often felt inferior. i just wanted to get away from them. but there was no place to go. suicide? jesus christ, just more work to feel like I've been sleeping for five years. i'm not a good person, ask anyone who loves me. 

IIIII. i never write, i never call & i never think of anyone at all. and when i had finally rotted away on a sunday, my parents didn't answer. when i called for help, they were in church in their nice clothes praying to god about more important things.

ways in which i am a horrible person, with examples.

Lovette, born in 2004 in Frankfurt, Germany, is an old soul and musical prodigy. Trilingual and skilled in over twenty instruments, she has been solo-producing her own music since she was eight.

She grew up playing string instruments in orchestra before branching into personal projects. In college, her teacher Julie Gosswiller introduced her to programs like Audacity and other sampling tools. But it wasn’t until she had to learn Logic for a neuroscience class (while secretly planning to end her life the following April) that she started taking music production seriously. During that time, she wrote goodbye letters in the forms of songs to her friends and family, and music became the place she poured all of herself into. This account has since then been a documentation of growth, music, and poetry.

In 2023, her breakout songs "Him or Her", "Growing Pains", and "How to Make Me Fall in Love With You" took off online. They were recorded during a two-week binge where she barely left her room, and afterwards she dropped out of college and quit her job. For years, she kept her music uncredited, partly by choice, partly because of being stalked online, before finally returning under the small name Lovette.

Since then, she’s tried to live as a “normal” person, which hasn’t exactly gone smoothly, but it’s been entertaining. Lovette has racked up over 100,000 plays on SoundCloud, had several audios go viral on TikTok, and even taken over the Russian platform VK more than once. Compared to big names, those numbers might seem small, but to her, they mean everything. She loves and cherishes her fanbase deeply.

ways in which i am a horrible person, with examples.

lovette