iamlyne

[iamlyne]

every time i think about arsonist it just seems to get worse and a new layer seems to reveal itself to me. the ya'aburnee x arsonist parallel is always there, feeling like a loose bullet reaching straight into my heart, but what's staring at me right now is how halsey went from "but what's worse? telling you my feelings or to die without revealing that you got inside my head and set a fire there instead?" to a whole song about him and fire. the former was written in a completely different context from the latter and knowing that his name means flame, it could've been a sweet detail/anecdote in 2021 but oh boy does it hit different now...

[iamlyne]

“don’t be so dramatic.. the U.S. can’t have a dictator, our country was founded with a system of checks and balances to keep that from happ—”

[iamlyne]

-not in love playlist-

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[iamlyne]

If I had a nickel for everytime a romance male lead named "charlie" absolutely wrecked me and made me cry, scream, and throw up, I would have two nickels, which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.

[iamlyne]

This is how I originally wrote it. One of those that starts as a poem and then begs to be a song. I posted a fragment of this on tumblr a while back, but here’s the initial piece in its entirety 🤍

[iamlyne]

i love halsey because she'll write lyrics like "a girl like that is a mother, must be tough/ a problem child, i was rough/ but what do you do with a difficult grown up?" and then in another song she'll rhyme "michigan" with "bitch again"

[iamlyne]

if aaron dessner was a frog i'd carry him in my shirt pocket and buy him a little top hat so he can accompany me on long walks in the nature

[iamlyne]

“I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back.”

— Maya Angelou

[iamlyne]

tell me why must i write it out point at what hurt me why and whom explain it all to you reason why my brain now works differently why my heart beats slowly and my lungs breathe brokenly why must i write you little macbeths of tragic heroes and ladies of misery of the sorrow that washed its hands of me why you insist on giving it a name a place a hold, to in my being, remain do you demand of someone to explain their grief have them point to a casket and say this is why i mourn why then in the murder of me must i come here and show you why losing that innocence left only half of me to be

~soliloquy

[iamlyne]

Andrea Gibson, "DEPRESSION [VERB]", Lord of the Butterflies

[iamlyne]

summertime sadness (every summer carries the ghosts of all the summers that precede it)

[iamlyne]

pink in the night

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the woman dies.

[iamlyne]

“the ending is always the same”

war of the foxes - richard silken / waterloo - ABBA / euripides’ medea - the little theatre / anne carson / the three fates - luca cambiaso / the oresteia - aeschylus / road to hell II - hadestown / when i met you - mira lightner / andersen’s fairy tale anthology

[iamlyne]

woman in a victorian novel: *develops a fever from worrying too much*

me, shivering and sweating with stress-induced anxiety: wtf that’s so unrealistic lol

[iamlyne]

Happiness Will Come To You.