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Are you fucking kidding me @tiredandlonelymuse ? I have had 10 years of respectable appreciation for you, then you put out this fucking song and music video and make me feel and think such disrespectful, masochistic, deplorable things? I’m trying to treat you the way you deserve, you little shit.
“safeword” - halsey (2025)
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SAFEWORD | HALSEY
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The List
11:23
Ten people, ten letters.
Do I handwrite them? Type? Some of each? I don't think anyone will keep them or even read them.
The faster I write, the sooner it'll be done.
I can't forget anything.
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i'll perpetually believe that any man who says he loves me is hiding something up his sleeve....... sorry that i can't believe that anybody ever really starts to fall in love with me...... please god i wanna be loved..... how could somebody ever love me??... i think it's finally safe for me to fall.... you tell me i'm lucky you don't drop me there..... somebody will love me for the way i'm designed....... please god i'm finally loved
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„Now it's my own anxiety that makes the conversation hard
'Cause nobody seems to ask about me anymore
And nobody ever cares about anything I think”
Halsey // angel on fire
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HALSEY YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE MY THINSPO
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Halsey, you're not supposed to be my thinspo.



halsey you will always be famous
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I'll never let go of this song or the feeling you give me

[ Please Do Not Repost My Art. Likes and Reblogs are Appreciated, Though! ]
I made this awhile ago and posted it to my Instagram (cosmicalien.pdf), but since it's the 5th birthday to Manic by Halsey, I decided to post this here. Hope you enjoy!
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who REALLY is she?
@tiredandlonelymuse
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Halsey - Sorry
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I am hanging from a hook in the ceiling
like animal carcass.
I am splayed open, salted and tenderized.
My fatty bits sectioned off with bakers twine.
Red juices weep from my wounds.
Not blood, but the meat sweating
for better flavor.
A heavy palm comes down hard on my rump.
He lifts from the flank.
He samples the breast.
Hunger animates his body but he knows he must wait until the meat is ready.
He massages oils into the fibrous texture.
Working it in with the strong flat pads of his thumbs and fingers.
The meat is shivering.
The meat is shaking.
I’m told this is a chemical process.
Even once dead and removed from the body,
the meat dances on the table.
Due to the residual energy and nerve endings present in the tissue.
The flesh will twitch.
But it must be ready.
When it is ready he’ll carve it off in slabs,
and drop them into his mouth;
a mouse falling into the mouth of a snake
hanging by the tail.
He’ll glide the knife under the muscle
and it will slide down his throat
but it must be ready.
The meat is hanging but will not dry.
It drips
and drips
more juices.
The air is escaping.
The tendons are loosening.
He ties her off again and again.
Soon little lamb.
Soon.
- MEAT 2024
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Hey so if you ever find yourself smoking weed, drinking, sitting on your porch in 30°F, and thinking “hey I should do the self care thing,” don’t fucking pick painting your nails because it will be the consistency of bubble gum and there’s no way to keep your hands warm when your nails are wet.
You know, just in case. You’re welcome.
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The way this kitten is looking at me because I put his favorite toy in the washing machine BREAKS my fucking heart.
Now he’s kicking his water dish around the room.
They grow up so fast.
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