where does all this hate come from? eight months ago you were praising her for being everything the music industry is adverse to: a biracial, mentally ill, bisexual woman who wrote her own songs and wasn’t afraid to speak her mind. and now, the first reply to her tweets is usually someone suggesting she kill herself.
there was some unanimous decision out there one day that we were going to start bashing her, looking for reasons to drag her. and you know what? you’re only proving that there is this hatred of pocs, mentally ill people, lgbtqia people, and women, alive and well in our society today.
what the fuck did she do to deserve this treatment?
“oh, but her music sucks!” there’s a really simple solution. don’t listen to it.
“oh, but she kissed a minor!” she kissed a fan. onstage. she didn’t have some intimate moment with this fan, and she made sure she had the fan’s consent via a head nod. i’m not saying that that’s the best thing she’s ever done! but she’s a fucking human being. and you would let your male faves get away with this in a heartbeat.
“oh, but she used a transphobic slur!” yes. before she hit puberty. when else has she shown anything but acceptance towards trans people?
“oh, but she lies about everything!” what, exactly, does she lie about. i’m so fucking curious. please tell me. if you’re saying that she lied about being homeless? nope. i have it from a reliable source that for a time, she was, indeed, unsure of where she’d sleep each night.
“oh, but she was a bitch in high school!” how do you know? from anonymous asks on a hate blog that could’ve been sent by anyone? and honestly, what does it matter?
“oh, but she’s so fake!” about what. she is the realest. she confronts the people who talk shit about her online. how much realer do you get. even i’m not that real.
and even if all these “complaints” of yours were valid, why the hell would that give you the right to tell her to kill herself or that you hate her en masse?
congratulations for successfully bullying a woman off of twitter, i guess!
As promised, here is a never-before-heard (and rather embarrassing) track by Halsey from before she blew up, entitled Wasting Time. Who knew she wanted to make songs for PBS kids programming! Enjoy, if you can.
Good Ne: *joyfully leaping through a huge valley* look at all of these ideas! I am a creative genius! Bow down before my powerhouse of chaotic splendour!
Bad Ne: *brain flicks light switch on and off* welcome to hell welcome to hell welcome to hell welcome to hell welcome to hell welcome to hell welcome to hell welcome to h
I am so tired. I am just really fucking tired. Not in the “I’m so tired of this bullshit” kind of way, in the “I wish I could open up the window on this airplane so the air pressure would crush my throat like an invisible fist, and I could finally sleep in past 7 AM tomorrow” kind of way. There’s 2 modes. There’s: “shaking body, carbonated chest cavity, is the room turning black or am I just strung out on some imaginary caffeinated high?” And there’s: “wow I can’t feel my footsteps land on the ground, everything is moving very slow, my voice is resonating in my own skull and are you SURE my tongue belongs in my mouth?” I’m the kind of out of body you get when you walk into a fluorescent lit gas station bathroom when you’re violently high (or you just woke up from a really long nap in the backseat of a car). So many time zones so many places to see. I’m gonna start writing again. I promise. But every time I touch my pen to paper I have nothing to say. My life used to pour from my fingers tips so quickly I could barely read my own handwriting as it slanted to the right so hard it threatened to turn sideways. But now I have nothing to say. A memoir full of poorly doodled flowers with mismatched petals. I dunno how to sing that though, so I better figure something out soon. I’m gonna start writing again. I promise. I promise. I promise. I pro
its 1:01 am
i feel like suffocating
i always write what i feel
sometimes i just want to disappear
i think im okay
but i dont feel so great
i think im fine
somebody just give me some time
it doesnt feel right
it gives me a fright
im not who im supposed to be
someone just help me, please
on the outside
it looks like im filled with pride
on the inside
i got so many things to hide
when will this end?
i dont even know how to defend
i say things on impulse
sometimes i dont feel a pulse
i want to die
that sudden feeling of wanting to fly
i want to jump
but theres this big bump
it never goes away
even if i try so hard and pray
everything's going in disarray
please just let me go away
i just want to know
before i go
if you truly loved me so
i hope this wont blow
i can never leave you
all these feelings altogether anew
youre so toxic
sooner or later, ill be coccyx
why must i stay?
all i need to do is disobey
i dont understand the meaning of love
is it putting it on like a glove?
what i feel for you is nothing
yet i know there is something
why must i repeat?
even when i always feel defeat
you are truly a witch
always so picky with your dish
all these spells
are like sounds from shells
oh so mesmerizing
you are really surprising
should i stay?
or should i go away?