hey did you guys know i had died the tiniest death, i spied the catch in your breath, out, out, out, out, out, out, northbound i got carried away, as you boarded your train south, south, south, south, south, south, a feather taken by the wind blowing, i'm afflicted by the not knowing, so i look in people's windows, transfixed by rose-golden glows, they have their friends over to drink nice wine, i look in people's windows in case you're at their table, what if your eyes looked up and met mine one more time? you had stopped and tilted your head, i still ponder what it meant, now, now, now, now, now, now, i tried searching faces on streets, what are the chances you'd be downtown, downtown, downtown? does it feel alright to not know me? i'm addicted to the 'if only.' so i look in people's windows like i'm some deranged weirdo, i attend christmas parties from outside, i look in people's windows, in case you're at their table, what if your eyes looked up and met mine one more time?

newborn hebrew males in ancient egypt

well you should be...

who's afraid of little old me? — T.S.

not to give a man credit but shout out to killatrav for pursuing his celeb crush who turned out to be an unhinged mess at the time and sticking around anyway to be her hype man

ttpd is like... this fucking sucked... it was my fault... fuck joe... this also fucking sucked... fuck matty... i thought i was gonna die... straight up commit me to an asylum... FUCK matty... fuck joe... no one knows me... fuck kim kardashian... i created every problem and every consequence i have to face... please see me as human... i am exposing my flaws so you see me as a real person... fuck jake gyllenhaal... if you're gonna be so up my business you better realize how fucked up my business is... also hi killatrav ily... there is nothing redeeming about this chapter of my life... hi mom ily... this ALSO fucking sucked... there may be good in the world... here is every sin i have ever committed... i was promised love and forever repeatedly and no one ever delivered... my reaction to trauma was awful... i made so many bad decisions... if you're gonna crucify me do it for good reasons... are you not entertained?

i love the…. almost horror aspects of this album. all the references to ghosts and death…. and sonically, the unexpected shrieking in WAOLOM and the banging and screaming during “old habits die screaming” and even the way the tension subtly builds across the sixteen tracks and by the end you’re so stressed and shaken it’s like! losing your sense of self and feeling like you’ve become a monster is horror. and i’m sooooo glad she leaned into it

why should i care about taylor swift when the killer remains at large

i have not stopped laughing at this

I love you, it's ruining my life.

everyone is talking about taylor’s relationship with us and im just like. she hates us because we analyze her, but she loves us because we see her. it’s a contradiction she can’t escape. on eras tour, she literally talks about how sharing her feelings with us helps her heal, and then in TTPD, she says how the curiosity and opinions feel stifling. i think it’s just one of those things. she hates blurring the lines of our relationship because of what it does to her, and she’s valid in inserting herself in the space that discusses her and being mad, but she also can’t have us without sharing herself and opening herself to the scrutiny. and this is not me abstaining fans of being invasive, but rather just making a point.

going from “chains around my demons” to “and hire a priest to come and exorcise my demons, even if i die screaming” is such a punch in the gut

she just fucking rhymed Aristotle with Grand Theft Auto😭😭😭😭

the prophecy is like evil invisible string

“It’s a memory book,” he says. “They used to give them out at Watford before the Mage took over. At your leavers ball. It’s got class pictures from every year and little stories…” He holds the book open to a page full of photos. It makes me wish I had something like it—I don’t have any pictures of myself or my friends.

Or, fulfilling Simon’s wish (and mine tbh).

My brain is like — IIIIIII’m having his baaaaby, no I’m not but you should see your faces …. FLOR I DA…. You don’t. Get to. Tell me. About. Sad….. my boy only breaks his favorite toys toys oOOooh OOOohh…. Pleeeease I’ve been on my kneeeeees….. I’m working late! Cause I’m a singer!… you know how to ball, I know Aristotle….another fortnight lost in ameeeeerica…..I’M SO DEPRESSED I ACT LIKE IT’S MY BIRTHDAY….i founded the club she’s heard great things about….

i couldn’t have found a normal artist to enjoy it just had to be this freak