I hopped on the train and did some Ariana Griande fanart! I gave them a somewhat alt appearance since I feel like they would collect all sorts of bits and bobs. Not pictured here are chicken socks.
I'm bustin' out
Buh-buh-buh-buh bustin' out
Buh-baby, I'll do without
All of those chains that bound me
All those years that you controlled me
Now there's no way you can hold me
Sorry, dear, there's no preventing
Me from leaving your San Quentin
It’s easier to say this to the void than to tell it to your face. Your face causes too much pain and heartache, even in memory. I remember all of it, every detail. It’s almost burned into the back of my eyes, haunting me. I did it on purpose back then. I memorized everything to have you back then. I sat in silence, watching you sleep, counting your freckles across your face until I could do it in my sleep. But now, it’s just a constant reminder that I’ll never see you again. It’s a bad thing for us, I’m sure, but I’m okay with it now. Usually I would say that I hope that I haunt you too. That feeling changes all the time. Sometimes, I wish I could haunt every corner we’ve turned, every place we’ve gone to, every song we shared. But nowadays, I just want your ghost to leave me alone. I know you’re not thinking of me; if you did, you would have reached out by now. I counted my losses a long time ago when it came to you. There wasn’t any right person, wrong time with us; it was right me, wrong you. I hope you realize that you had someone who moved heaven and earth to be with you. Someone who would dedicate every love song and give my heart to you at any moment. You still have a piece of my heart with you; even now, it’s in that stupid nose piercing you got on our first date. But I can’t live my life regretting that you never came back. I can’t keep letting you linger like the smell of burnt toast. I want release. If I can’t have your apology, I want freedom from you. I thought it would be us against the world, one Mac Miller song at a time, but that was then; now I try to think of anything else when he plays. Sometimes, I hope that I haunt you the way you haunt me, but nowadays, I just wish you could leave my mind the same way you left me.
to each their own, but there are a lot of artists who produce alright-good music but i cant imagine cheering them on due to how flawed their character is
I’d like to thank whatever is up there that literally every single other song in eternal sunshine is better than yes and. Thank you thank you thank you