#this is my salvation ~ if you've read right of way you'll understand that this piece appeased every single sad soul at RoW's ending

[pr0mpts]

🦌 — lyric prompts from "inbred" (2021), by ethel cain. adjust as necessary.

michelle pfeiffer

i love the way it feels to miss you.

i tell all my friends everything you do.

it's no good.

who am i without you?

home's not home unless you're there.

i'll never be ready, but i don't care.

do you think of me too?

i hate to let you go.

maybe we could be together in another life.

i gotta pack my bags.

i won't even miss you tomorrow.

crush

he denies it.

his daddy's on death row.

he hasn't tried coke.

he's always had a problem saying no.

can you read my mind?

i've been watching you.

you look so cool

good men die too.

i'd rather be with you.

i owe you a black eye and two kisses.

tell me when you wanna come and get 'em.

i only want him if he says it first to me.

something's been feeling weird lately.

there's just something about you, baby.

god's country

the road is longer than it is hard.

could you be someone else if someone else is what i need?

i shouldn't ask that of you.

when you're old, you'll understand.

it was a highway to nowhere.

cold car with no gas, and we chose it.

our kids will grow up with half as much.

you've tasted love.

it tasted sweet.

you drank the blood and bit the meat.

you hold it.

you let it go.

i learned a lesson.

i need to pray hard.

don't sink in me.

unpunishable

call me what you want.

party's over, go the fuck home.

the darker the fruit, the sweeter.

he's mean, i'm meaner.

you're right, in a way.

how so, babe?

i'm too good for you.

it makes me need it even more.

it's still never enough.

i'm unpunishable.

i'm his favorite.

show me where it hurts.

we don't even know where we are.

i don't even know who you are.

inbred

he's so good to me and nobody else.

you should watch yourself.

she can't leave the bed.

something smells rotten.

it's starting to spread.

i'm bad, he's worse.

we're already dead.

all the fucking lights are out.

you can't win 'em all.

who knows how much longer i'll lay on the floor?

touch me 'til i vomit.

i'm not scared of god.

i'm scared he was gone all along.

who will take the fall?

who of us is stronger?

you were wrong.

i love him to death.

you can fuck yourself.

you get off on innocence.

he hates the way you look at me.

you're already dead.

two-headed mother

i create you.

you know she hates you.

i've loved before.

i'll kill again.

you're just the worst of all my men.

i love you.

i'll love 'til i'm sore.

i don't love you.

i don't love you no more.

crying during sex

i lied when i said i didn't want you.

you'll forget the way we were supposed to be.

two drowning coals won't ever light.

you'll bite the hand that needs you.

right now, i need you.

i don't know what happened.

i was young and sweet.

time drags on.

i hate him for the time he's gone.

i've been here for weeks.

i've been here for years.

i've been here too long.

i forgot what stop means.

if i'm crying, it's because i'm in love.

i could love you if i tried.

i'm trying.

earnhardt

love is a nightmare.

i could be good but it wouldn't matter.

there's no silver line on a fucking disaster.

i hope that you're happy.

i'm spending my nights reliving it.

i've been scared of the dark for all of my life.

i'm always afraid but never to die.

you think you're someone else.

you need easy.

you want weak.

i bleed easy.

where were you?

age of delilah

it hurts to grow up.

life's never been without blood.

i'm no good at goodbyes.

can you just tell me which way i'm driving?

i'm going.

i'm ready.

you've been gone for quite a while.

not everything feels like something else.

have i done enough for salvation?

you'll die if you leave it up to god.

michelle pfeiffer (solo version)

i see you.

i feel you.

i know you.

i would never tell you the truth.

you don't know the things i've seen.

hand it back over to me.

you missed the heart.

you just hit all the meat.

the bite back's twice as mean.

[annn-starrr]

this is not related to romance club at all! I just wanted to confess something to the world about someone I appreciate to have.

10:20 minutes

to my dear and most beloved, through all of the letters that I've given to you, i was once thought and even once written it in the paper about how i fear that the letter that will be received by you will be my last letter as our time in school is coming to an end as we were both too preoccupied with chasing our dream. but now i have a new fear. it's that i will never found the strength in me to stopped writing about you. your existence in my world was my salvation and my demise. your love saved me. my world become brighter and easier to breath with your presence. I can even thoroughly enjoy dancing carelessly in a garden of flowers that were born out of your loving gaze, smile and laughter, along with a strong yet gentle wind kisses my being with you as the sun shining your warm light on my soul. I've always hated the sun. it was too hot and too bright for me. I'd prefer the moon as it was darker and colder. but you.. you've always liked the sun. you even stopped walking to enjoy the sunbeam that was blessing you with its grace on you but in my eyes, it's you the one who's blessing them with your grace and beauty. I'm afraid I can't live without you now. no, that's wrong. i can. but i don't want to. everyday when I discover something new about you, I become afraid of any chances that i might hurt you in the future. "anything that is beautiful, people want to break. you are beautiful and I'm afraid." your trust in me is too big to the point it scares me. if i were to disappoint you, then I'm afraid i have lost the will to live. there is no point in seeing and living another day when i have lost everything that truly matters to me. you're my first to things I've never known before. even if we were to be separated by fate, i will never let anyone replace you. you meant too much for me. I've never known i could love someone this deep. back then I didn't really know how to love someone, but i wanted so much to be loved. well, looking back at the years I've been wishing to have someone, anyone, to fulfill that sweet nothing wishes of mine, i can finally say this with great happiness and pride that you were a godsent specifically for me. and knowing you, you'll probably say that it's the other way around. through our years of growing up together, I've always thought you were the one who loves me too much. but that's not true, it turns out it was me all along. I've always been late in understanding things in life. "my life was more than perfect with you alone", "you are the most beautiful thing that has ever been present in my life", "you are my strongest reason why I'm still alive right now". I'm sorry for being late to understand your words and feelings. I'm grateful to have loved someone like you and to receive the same affection back. I've already seen all the beauty in life by meeting you and you alone. you broke apart my world and showed me a new one. a world where true happiness exists. even if you were to leave this world, you will forever live through my stories and through my letters to you. you might not be able to read it anymore, but it sure as hell won't stop me from writing to you. after all, my hands existed for this very reason. so this is what love feels like. words are not meaningful enough for me to describe what it feels like. thank you for showing me and letting me experience this.

[tayla11-blog1]

Not a joke, but with all the knife crime going on especially in London, I just had to share this!

A beautiful letter written by the actor Lennie James to a boy that carry a knife:

To whom it may concern,

My name is Lennie James. I am a 42 year-old father of three. I grew up in south-west London. I was brought up by a single mother. I was orphaned at 10, lived in a kids' home until I was 15 and was then fostered. I tell you this not to claim any special knowledge of how you've grown, but to explain how I have, and from where I draw my understanding.

I want to talk to you about the knife you're carrying in your belt or pocket or shoe. The one you got from your mum's kitchen or ordered online or robbed out of the camping shop. The knife you tell yourself you carry for protection, because you never know who else has got one.

I want to talk to you about what that knife will do for you. If you carry it, the chances are you will be called on to use it. It is a deadly weapon, so if you use it the chances are you will kill with it. So after you've killed with it, after you've seen how little force it takes for sharpened steel to puncture flesh. After your mates have run away from the boy you've left bleeding. When you're looking for somewhere to dash the blade, and lighter fluid to burn your clothes. When your blood is burning in your veins and your heart is beating out of your chest to where you want to puke or cry, but can't coz you're toughing it out for your boyz. When you are bang smack in the middle of 'Did you see that!' and 'Oh, Jesus Christ!' here's who to blame...

Blame the boy you just left for dead. Blame him for not believing you when you told him you were a bigger man than him. Blame him for not backing down when you made your chest broad, bounced into him and told him about your knife and how you would use it. Blame him for calling you on and making you prove yourself. Tell yourself if he had just freed up his phone or not cut his eyes at you like he did, he wouldn't be choking on his blood and crying for his mum.

Then blame your mum. When the police are banging down her door looking for you, or she hears the whispers behind the 'wall of silence', tell her it's all her fault for being worthless. Cuss her out for having kids when she was nothing but a kid herself, or for picking some drug or some man over you again and again. Even if she only had you and devoted herself to you, even if she is a great mum, blame her anyway. Blame her for not being around more to make sure you took the chances she was out working her fingers to the bone to give you.

When you're done with her, blame the man she picked to make you with. Blame him for being less than half the man he should have been. When he comes to bail you out and starts running you down for the terrible thing you've done, tell him straight: 'I did what I did coz you didn't do what you should have done.' Even if he did right; respected your mother, worked to provide for his family financially and spiritually, taught you right from wrong and drummed it home everyday... Even if he nurtured you as best he could, blame him for the generation of men he comes from.

The one that allowed an adolescent definition of manhood to become so dominant. The one that measures a man by how many babymothers he has wrangling his offspring, or by how 'bad' his reputation is on the streets of whatever couple of square miles he chooses to call his 'ends'.

Damn them for letting you believe that respect is to be found with gun in hand or knife in pocket. Damn them and everyone who feeds the myth of these gangsters, villains, thieves and hustlers. Anyone who makes them heroes while damning hard-working, educated, honest men as weak, sell-outs or pussies.

If you are black, blame white people for the history of indignities they heaped on you and yours. For the humiliation of having to go cap-in-hand or get down on bended knee or having to burn shit down before you are afforded something so basically fundamental as equality. If you are white, blame black folk and Muslims for taking all your excuses. Failing that, blame a class system that keeps you poor and ignorant so the 'uppers' and 'middles' can feel better about themselves.

You have good reason to blame them all. I wouldn't be you growing up now for love nor money. Your generation has so little room to manoeuvre. We had more space to step around the bullshit. We weren't excluded at the rate you lot are. Teachers hadn't given up or lost their authority over us. They still tried to protect and guide us even through our most disruptive years.

The police stopped and searched us, but we fought that right out of their hands - we hoped into extinction. But they want to bring back that abusive practice. They are still hooked on punishment rather than prevention. They seem ignorant to the fact that they are feeding you acceptance of an already prevalent gang mentality. As far as you can see, the police are not protecting and serving you, they are coming at you like just another street gang trying to boss your postcode.

When I was where you are now, generations of state agencies, social services, policy-makers and politicians had not abdicated all responsibility for me. We weren't left to our own devices like you have been. Is it any wonder that you end up expressing yourself in such a violently pathetic way?

We should be ashamed. I am. You have shamed us into a desperate need to do something about ourselves. We have collectively failed you and we should take all the blame that is ours for that... but so should you.

I blame you. I blame you because as a generation you are selfish, self-centred and have little or no empathy for anyone but yourselves. You are politically stunted and socially irresponsible and... you scare us. What scares us most is that you would rather die than learn. Your only salvation may be that still most of you aren't playing it out dirty. The vast majority of young men, even with all that is stacked against them, are finding their way around the crap. The boy you will kill, should you continue to carry that knife, almost certainly had the same collective failures testing him. He probably felt no less abandoned and no less scared. He also, almost certainly, wasn't carrying a knife.

Whatever it seems like, whatever you've read, whatever you tell yourself about protection being your reason, statistics show the life you take will be that of an unarmed person. That is what that knife will do for you. It will make you escalate a situation to where it is needed. It will give you a misguided sense of confidence. It will make you the aggressor. That knife will make you use it. It will bring you nothing worth having. There is no respect there. The street may give you some passing recognition, but any name you think you might make will soon be forgotten.

Your victim will be remembered long after you. Name me one of the boys who killed Stephen Lawrence. Once you've bloodied that knife you may as well be dead because you'll be buried for 10 to 20 years. Banged up for that long, only a fool would look back and think it was worth it. You'll be nothing more than a sad, unwanted, unnecessary statistic.

If you were mine, this is what I would tell you. I would make myself a big enough man to beg. I'd get down on bended knees if I had to. I would beg you to take that knife out of your pocket and leave it at home. I would tell you that I know you are scared and lost and that I know the risks involved in what I'm asking you to do. I know that what we could step around, you have to walk through, and that there is always some fool who isn't going to make it any other way but the wrong way. I'm just begging you not to be that fool.

Be a better man than that. Let the story they tell of you be that you exceeded expectations... that you didn't drown. Don't spend your days looking to be a 'bad-man' - try to be a good one. Our biggest failure is that our actions have left you not knowing how precious you are. We have left you unaware of your worth to us. You are precious to us. Give yourself the chance to grow enough to understand why.

Be safe.

Lennie James

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