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xhoneygirlxx · 10 months

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my salvation

Eddie Munson x reader

summary: when it all becomes too much, you go to one person.

warnings: established relationship, mentions of mental health issues, depression/anxiety, panic attack. pronouns not used, Eddie calls reader pet names (baby, sweetheart, honey, etc.). modern au!, current technology and movies mentioned. bad writing and not proofread, if there are any grammar mistakes pretend like it's not there. pictures used do not describe reader in anyway, only used for aesthetic purposes. 18+ Minors please go away :)

a/n: as someone who deals with panic attacks, sometimes all i want is for someone to just hold me. there's moments where i don't want any questions asked because i can become embarrassed very easily which makes it worse. if any of you guys are dealing with mental health issues, just know that you are loved, and my page is always a safe place <3

The room is shrouded in darkness, the only light is the yellow shine of the streetlamp outside your room. When you got home from work, you told Eddie that you needed to lay down, physically drained from the week you had just had. Your boyfriend being the angel he is, helped you into the bed and placed a wet kiss on your head, telling you if you needed anything just to call for him and he'd be there.

Work had been a nightmare recently, your whole department swamped with ten times the work you're used to due to an overflow of paperwork. Your boss, Doug, had been an asshole to you in particular, even though you weren't even the head of your team. It didn't matter because he made it a point to single you out, ride your ass all week, and when all was said and done he never thanked you for all the late shifts you pulled to get it all back together.

The whole way home all you could think about was your bed, curling up under the blankets, and just turning the whole world off. It was Friday night and rather than spend time with your boyfriend that you hadn't seen all week because of conflicting working schedules, you were laying in bed too exhausted to do anything else.

However you couldn't sleep, your eyes screaming to rest, yet your mind couldn't shut off. There was something happening, swarm of emotions starting in your mind, and you were trying everything to keep out of the eye of the storm.

As you stare up at the dark ceiling you could feel the burn behind your eyes, crawling it's way out to be released. Your body was sinking further and further into the bed like a cement block. The tingle of your fingers had alerted you, setting off the bells and whistles in your head.

The room that you were once in is now gone, replaced by grey skies and dark water. The waves are choppy, quick, and strong, pushing you around like a ragdoll being chewed on by a dog. Kicking your legs and pushing your arms, you try to stay afloat.

The pounding of your heart is loud, beating deafeningly in your ears like a kick drum. It's constant, it's overwhelming, and you can't control it. Your mouth won't open, refusing to cooperate like you swallowed a bunch of super glue, trapping it shut.

While you're trying to save yourself from the dark abyss you were heading into, you couldn't feel your legs anymore, like you were paralyzed by impending doom.

Here in the dark bedroom that you and your boyfriend share, you lay motionless, tears rolling down the side of your cheeks onto the pillow under your head. Your chest is moving rapidly up and down, trying to find the air that it desperately needs.

You're trying everything that you learned in your years of therapy, repeating all the street names of your childhood neighborhood, counting Mississippi's, naming every thing you see, touch, hear. Every tool, every lesson that you were taught, and nothing is working. The life preservers and rafts aren't helping you survive these tsunami like waves.

You can't do this on your own, fight this battle without any teammates. You know the minute you try to stand your legs will give out on you, so there's only one thing you can do. Reaching your hand to the nightstand next to the bed, you pat your hand around trying your last weapon.

When you feel your phone in the palm of your hand, you move it quickly to your face. The words on the bright screen are hard to see with the way your neck is craned and the tears that are blurring your vision.

With whatever strength you have, you text Eddie, praying to the gods above that he can hear his phone over his video game. Without trying to alert him, you simply tell him that you need him to come to you.

You can hear him, laughing and joking with his friends on his headset. The voice of the only person who can save you from drowning is right behind that door, yet he feels so far away.

Shutting your phone off and throwing it somewhere on the bed, you continue to sit there in the darkness, tied down by the invisible chains your mind has wrapped around you.

No matter how hard you try, you can't seem to get the oxygen to your lungs. The pounding of your heart is growing louder, the waves are getting stronger and stronger, pulling you completely under.

What you don't realize is that your salvation is right there, reaching his hand out and pulling you up from the angry sea.

Through the crashing sounds of the water you hear him, his voice brings you back to safety. When you open your eyes he's there, hovering over you, calling out to you like an angel at the pearly white gates.

"Baby," the mattress dips down beside you where he's sat, "Baby, hey, what's wrong?"

Blinking away the salty water from your eyes, you can see Eddie. His eyebrows scrunched up in worry, mouth pulled down with a frown. Because of the bright lamp he must've turned on, you can see his eyes, big chocolate pools swarming with concern, flickering back and forth trying to study your face.

The minute you register what's happening it all comes crashing down, the fear, the sadness, the worry. Your mouth that was once locked shut, has finally freed itself from it restraints. No words come out, only the loud sobbing that was trapped in your throat.

You can hear the shuffling from your boyfriend, the pressure of his full body weight next to you. He doesn't hesitate to hold you, engulfing you into a bear hug. You wish that you could feel your limbs, that the fuzziness that pulses through them would go away, so you could feel his touch.

Your whole body is shaking, releasing all the emotion that was trapped inside. The sound of your pounding heart is now replaced with your wailing that vibrates off of Eddie's chest. The cotton of his shirt is soaked with tears and snot, and you know that when you pull away you won't look pretty but you can't care, not when your lungs are burning with the sea water you swallowed while drowning.

"It's okay sweetheart, I got you." Eddie's voice rattles through his chest, right where your head lays. He repeats this mantra over and over again to you, like a prayer.

"I'm s-so sorry, Eddie. I'm so s-sorry." You don't know why you're apologizing and he doesn't question it, only rubbing his hand back and forth on the middle of your back.

"I'm so sorry, Eddie. P-please don't leave, leave me." The sentence is hiccupped through your crying. There's nothing for you to be sorry for, no reason for him to get up and leave you, but you can't help but repeat it over and over again.

Maybe you're apologizing because you hadn't seen him all week. Maybe you're sorry for interrupting his game session with the boys. Maybe you're apologizing to Doug for not being on top of your game at work. Maybe you're apologizing to the barista that made your drink wrong and having her remake it. Maybe you're sorry to yourself for putting up with every single thing and not sticking up for yourself. Maybe you're sorry for putting your body through torture everyday, not giving it the proper care and fuel that it needs to survive.

Every single little thing that's been bothering you is coming out now, the evidence on your boyfriends beloved Metallica shirt. You can feel your body deflate, like a balloon that's seeping out helium.

"Honey, I need you to take one deep breath for me. All I want is one big one, okay? Can you do that for me, love?" Eddie's tone is gentle even though he's demanding something you're not sure you can do.

With whatever strength you have in your body, you nod. With a whispered okay, he instructs you to follow him. His chest expands and then shrinks back down, your head moving with it. On autopilot you follow him, doing exactly what he did.

"There you go, baby. You're doin' such a good job for me."

The thing you once craved is now back within your body, your chest lighter than before. The muscles in your throat aren't tight anymore, allowing airflow back through. In that moment, Eddie's words and comfort is what brings you back down to your body. You can feel the warmth of his touch, his curls tickling your cheek.

Your teeth pulse with a heartbeat and your lips feel like your leg after you sat on it for too long. Everything is coming back to you now and you aren't scared anymore.

The cries that once ricocheted off the walls are now gone, the only thing that's heard is your breathing and small hiccups in between. There isn't a word spoken, not a question asked, just quietness. You push your face a little further into Eddie's chest, seeking refuge in the thing that just pulled you out from your demise.

After what feels like forever, Eddie finally breaks the comfortable silence. "You feelin' okay?" You don't respond verbally, rather nodding your head in response.

He hums, kissing the top of your head so lightly you almost miss it. He sits with you for a little bit longer before urging you up from your spot of comfort. Guiding you to the bathroom, he takes a cold wash cloth to your face, wiping away the stickiness of your tears and the mess of your snot with a light hand.

When you're all clean and your nose is blown, you follow him into the living room, where he sits you down. Turning off his game, he switched the tv to Disney plus to put on your comfort movie. Without another word, he moves into the kitchen where he opens and closes cabinets and the fridge.

Returning to the living room, he takes a seat right next to you, placing a plate with a sandwich on your legs. A cold bottle of water sits in his hand, you watch ringed fingers twist the cap off. Gently, Eddie puts his hands under your chin and lift the bottle to your lips, where you happily accept the cold water.

You eat your pb&j while watching Toy Story, taking a ragged breath every once and a while. When the sandwich is eaten, Eddie takes your plate and places it on the coffee table, and then hands you your water to take another sip.

Wrapping his arm around you, he pulls you into the side of his body, gripping onto you like his life depended on it. You don't mind it either, sinking into him with ease.

"My lovebug, so strong and brave. I'm proud of you." His hand pets the top of your head, pushing any loose hair out of your face.

Everything is right again, falling into place where it should be. Not everything is going to be like this, you remind yourself, nothing is ever bad when you have the love of your life sitting next to you. His scent calming you, the beat of his heart music to your ears, the heat of his skin comforting you.

thank you all for reading! love you all :)

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #stranger things #modern!eddie x reader

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torturedpoetdeptchair · 1 month

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So I did my best to lay to rest all the bodies that have ever been on my body, and in my mind, they sink into the swamp… is that a bad thing to say in a song?

helloooo escapism, my old friend. Florida!!! this city reeks of driving myself crazy. What a sad parallel to “I’m New York City, I still do it for you babe.”

Taylor as a city/Taylor as a town is one of the biggest metaphors in the album, and her discography in general, and she often paints small towns as where you come from and cities as the dazzling new location of fame.

What is fascinating here is “don’t you know your home is really only a town you’re just a guest in” — which paints her time with Joe as she had talked about before, an oasis away from fame but (this cage used to be just fine).

And on second repetition it becomes “don’t you know your home is really only a town you’ll get arrested” - it’s the scene of a crime, and in this case the crime is maybe house/then cardiac arrest, as we see in the closing remarks, and you’re losing me, where her heart won’t start anymore.

And Florida is an almost mythical location, the magical move on *place* (that’s one hell of a drug—remind you of the miracle move on cure?) where she can bury her regrets, because she doesn’t want to exist so, tell her she is despicable! what a crash, what a rush! fuck me up, Florida!

#florida!!!#florida as the location of the tour once everyone knew #is also so hard to overlook #as she uses the TOUR to keep her alive too #what a drug! can i use you up?#ttpdminutes

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padfoot-lupin77 · 2 months

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Waiting for the SoC edits to ‘Florida!!!’ Cause like

“Barricaded in the bathroom with a bottle of wine Well, me and my ghosts, we had a hell of a time Yes I’m haunted but I’m feeling just fine”-um Kaz?

“So I did my best to lay to rest, all of the bodies that have ever been on my body, and in my mind they sink into a swamp, is that a bad thing to say in a song?” - I N E J

“Little did you know your home’s really only the town you’ll get arrested” guess I’ll just go cry

#six of crows #ttpd #Kaz brekker #Inej ghafa

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frank-zhang-praetor · 10 days

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You can beat the heat if you beat the charges too

They said I was a cheat, I guess it must be true

And my friends all smell like weed or little babies

And this city reeks of driving myself crazy

Little did you know

Your home's really only a town you're just a guest in

So you work your life away

Just to pay for a timeshare down in Destin

Florida is one hell of a drug

Florida, can I use you up?

The hurricane with my name when it came

I got drunk and I dared it to wash me away

Barricaded in the bathroom with a bottle of wine

Well, me and my ghosts, we had a hell of a time

Yes, I'm haunted but I'm feeling just fine

All my girls got their lace and their crimes

And your cheating husband disappeared

Well, no one asks any questions here

So I did my best to lay to rest

All of the bodies that have ever been on my body

And in my mind, they sink into the swamp

Is that a bad thing to say in a song?

Little did you know

Your home's really only the town you'll get arrested

So you pack your life away

Just to wait out the shitstorm back in Texas

Florida is one hell of a drug

Florida, can I use you up?

I need to forget, so take me to Florida

I've got some regrets, I'll bury them in Florida

Tell me I'm despicable, say it's unforgivable

At least the dolls are beautiful, fuck me up, Florida

I need to forget, so take me to Florida

I've got some regrets, I'll bury them in Florida

Tell me I'm despicable, say it's unforgivable

What a crash, what a rush, fuck me up, Florida

It's one hell of a drug

Love left me like this and I don't want to exist

So take me to Florida

Little did you know

Your home's really only a town you're just a guest in (take me to Florida)

So you work your life away

Just to pay for a timeshare down in Destin (take me to Florida)

Little did you know

Your home's really only the town you'll get arrested (take me to Florida)

So you pack your life away

Just to wait out the shitstorm back in Texas (take me to)

Florida is one hell of a drug (take me to)

Florida, can I use you up?

Florida is one hell of a drug

Florida, go on, fuck me up

I was told by @p1per-mclean that this is Florida by Taylor Swift. We both then had a argument about whether The Tortured Poets Department is the best album. I say it isn't. She did not agree ofcourse. This is the only thing @hazel-the-jewel and I don't agree on.

Ooc - all these events actually happened in our server. Piper and I actually had an argument which ended amicably.

#frank zhang #heroes of olympus #pjo rp #hazel levesque #Pup #piper mclean #the tortured poets department #florida #taylor swift

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karmaarchersistheblackdog · 24 days

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I love this and the production. She is finally giving them verses! I love Florence’s lyrics. I love Florence Welch (& The Machine) they are absolutely amazing. One of my favorites from 2011 is Shake It Out.

🎶: Florida!!! feat. Florence & The Machine

You can beat the heat

If you beat the charges too

They said I was a cheat

I guess it must be true

And my friends all smell like weed or little babies

And this city reeks of driving myself crazy

Little did you know, your home's really only a town you're just a guest in

So you work your life away just to pay for a timeshare down in Destin

Florida!

Is one hell of a drug

Florida!

Can I use you up?

And the hurricane with my name, when it came

I got drunk and I dared it to wash me away

Barricaded in the bathroom with a bottle of wine

Well, me and my ghosts, we had a hell of a time

Yes, I'm haunted, but I'm feeling just fine

All my girls got their lace and their crimes

And your cheating husband disappeared, well

No one asks any questions here

So I did my best to lay to rest

All of the bodies that have ever been on my body

And in my mind, they sink into the swamp

Is that a bad thing to say in a song?

🖤

🎙️: Taylor Swift feat. Florence & The Machine

💿: The Tortured Poets Department, 2024

1. 📷: Taylor Swift’s insta

📍: electric lady studios

🖌️: Me

🤍

#taylorswift #swifties #1989 taylor's version #taylorswiftedit #taylornation #sararufusthearchers #taylor swift #folklore taylor swift #ts ttpd #ttpd era #ttpd #florence and the machine #florence welch #florida #the tortured poets department

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mastermindmp3 · 1 month

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or: the epilogue of a murder ballad

Florida!!! is a song about escaping. Wait out the shit-storm back in Texas / I need to forget, so take me to Florida. The narrator (or perhaps, narrators, if you interpret Florence's feature as a separate speaker) was accused of being a "cheat," and escapes to Florida to bury her regrets. Love left me like this, and I don't want to exist, so take me to Florida.

Textually, the narrator has either left or been left by a lover she needed like a drug, and now, she wants to escape everything, escape to the land of retirees and sand and heat. Florida, especially for Americans in the east of the country, is associated with vacation, so it's no wonder it's many's idea of an escape.

Florida!!! also contains my favorite couplet: All my friends smell like weed or little babies, and the city reeks of driving myself crazy. The through line of the sense of smell, and how real the line feels. Yeah, everyone my age does smell like smoke or diapers. There's also the underlying idea: When you associate a place* so heavily with your own destruction, isn't it only right to want to bury it?

*Place, here, is more than simply the city itself, I think. The Place can be anything. A person, a relationship, a job. Florida!!! tells you that you can just walk out!

And like the rest of Tortured Poets, the song is also filled with death as metaphor. The narrator tried to forget the memory of her previous lovers, the ones who seem to trouble her so:

And in my mind, they sink into the swamp. She smirks at the audience. Is that a bad thing to say in a song?

Hear me out: Florida!!! is a murder ballad.

Rather, it is a murder ballad as metaphor for the killing of a relationship, and the needing numbness and escape that follows. After all, Florida!!! is one hell of drug / Fuck me up, Florida. The death, the bodies in the swamp here are not literal, but a symbol of the "bad past" the narrator wants to escape. But that's kind of the point of a murder ballad.

The murder ballad is an important part of country and folk music. We love to tell stories about death, and there's a reason we joke about how often women in country music "kill their husbands." It's not actually about glorifying violence, it's about what the murder represents. From Mary Anne's and Wanda's cathartic freedom in Goodbye Earl, to a little girl's revenge against her abusive father in Blown Away, to the law's puppet show that leads to a brother's hanging in The Night the Lights Went Out In Georgia, all the way to Este's best friend's retribution for her murder in no body, no crime.

What comes after is rarely discussed. The Night the Lights Went Out ends at the narrator's bother's hanging. Blown Away leaves the narrator in the remains of a blown out house. The odd man out, Goodbye Earl, tells us about Mary Anne's and Wanda's happy life together, now free from Earl. Even no body, no crime only ends with the narrator's knowing grin, that she wasn't going to get caught.

Florida!!! is what happens next. The bolting, the finding yourself again after leaving it all behind. The narrator didn't kill anyone, but with all the damage she's worried about, she feels like she might as well have.

#ttpdminutes #the cassandra speaks #Florida!!!#Taylor Swift #florence and the machine

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almost-a-class-act · 9 months

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For an all-time fave on her birthday. What would we do without @fayestardust! Hope your day is fab, hope the stars align, hope you know I appreciate you.

Pairing: Baberoe Fandom: Band of Brothers

Babe is up on the ladder dragging unidentified swamp gunk out of the gutters on a day that is already warmer than it has any right to be, when he hears Eugene curse through the open kitchen window.

It is not unheard of for him to curse (though he thankfully has fewer reasons to these days), but since he is alone in the house and as far as Babe knows is doing nothing more strenuous than washing the dishes from lunch, it bears remarking upon.

“Gene?” he calls, pausing in his work and ducking his head to wipe the sweat from his forehead on the unfortunate upper arm of his shirt, stained dark from the four or five times he has already done this in the past fifteen minutes.

There is a brief silence.

Babe frowns. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” Eugene says, almost over the end of Babe’s query. “I’m fine, I just – I must’ve broken a glass and didn’t see it under the soap. Cut myself.”

Babe has already begun his descent toward the ground. “I’ll get the first aid kit.”

"Don't break your neck coming down that ladder," Eugene warns, but it's not an argument, which is how Babe knows there’s probably enough blood to warrant it being looked after.

When he comes into the house, it takes his eyes a moment to adjust to the dimness, and he reaches out to place a guiding touch on the doorframe as he turns into the kitchen. Eugene is holding one hand up to keep it out of the fray, using the other one to briskly mop away pink-tinged water and suds along the edge of the sink with the dish towel.

Babe approaches and collects the wounded hand in both of his, examining the cut that runs diagonally across Eugene’s palm. It’s shallow, but like hand wounds always do, it is weeping more than it has any right to. Babe keeps a hold of it and steers Eugene away from the sink, toward the cupboard where they keep the first aid kit, next to the table.

“I can hold my own hand,” Eugene says.

“I like holding your hand,” Babe returns cheerfully.

Eugene smiles faintly at that, as Babe had known he would. He lets Babe push him gently but firmly into a kitchen chair and waits patiently as Babe fumbles the first aid kit open with one hand, unscrewing the iodine with his teeth.

“This might sting,” Babe warns.

“I think I’ll manage,” Eugene replies, though he still pulls a sweetly disagreeable face when the iodine meets his skin, like a boy trying to be brave when he’s skinned his knee at school. Babe tugs the wounded unit toward him and meets it halfway, kissing Eugene’s palm where it meets his wrist. It’s a whimsical press of his lips that is an echo of all of the other little things he does, now that he can comfort Eugene whenever the situation calls for it, now that he doesn’t have to hold back within the walls of their old farmhouse.

Eugene watches him do it with that funny, dear little pull between his eyebrows, undone and slightly fragile, like he doesn’t know what he did to make it here and have this, a homecoming so unlikely that they’d had to decide that they wanted it with all their hearts and then build it themselves.

(Eugene deserves the whole world, of course, but the inherent contradiction in people like him is that they never know it.)

Babe quickly bandages the wound, careful not to wind it too tight, and Eugene says, just as he’s finishing, “I guess we’ll match now.”

Babe smiles. That silver stroke across his palm, that he worries absently-mindedly at with his thumb when he’s considering a problem, is the one souvenir from Bastogne he doesn’t mind having to carry with him into the rest of his life. “Hey, imagine that.”

Eugene gently takes his hand back, inspecting the bandage. “Not bad,” he remarks.

“Well, it’s no bedsheet, but I tried my best,” Babe replies, stowing the first aid kit again. Eugene smiles faintly again and reaches out to nudge the knuckles of his good hand against the closest part of Babe he can reach – his thigh – and his smile deepens as Babe catches that hand and doesn’t let go.

#baberoe #band of brothers #fanfiction #roaroftheninth

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allamericansbitch · 1 month

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Okay so here are some of my favourite lyrics no one is talking about (they're not the most poetic ones or whatsoever but I just like these)

"Once I fix me, he's gonna miss me" (my boy only breaks his favourite toys)

"How dare you think it's romantic leaving me safe and stranded" (down bad, this isn't some crazy lyrics but as a new romantics stan I freaked out when I first heard it)

"So I did my best to lay to rest all of the bodies that have ever been on my body. And in my mind, they sink into the swamp. Is that a bad thing to say in a song?" (Florida !!!)

"Pick your poison babe, I'm poison either way" (imgonnagetyouback)

"And when that sky rains fire on you and you're persona non grata, i'll tell you how I've been there too and that none of it matters" (the albatross)

"He was a hot house flower to my outdoorsmen" (how did it end?)

"I wrote a thousand songs that you find uncool but I built a legacy that you can't undo" (thanK you aIMee)

"Does it feel alright to not know me? I'm addicted to the 'if only'" (I look in people's windows)

"Blood's thick but nothing like a payroll. Bet they never spared a prayer for my soul. You can mark my words that I said it first. In a morning warning, no one heard" (Cassandra)

"Ended with the slam of a door but she's got the best stories, you can be sure" (the bolter)

"You have no room in your dreams for regrets" (Robin)

"She thought about how he said since she was so wise beyond her years, everything had been above board. She wasn't sure" (the manuscript)

You can also share your thoughts on each lyrics I mentioned here if you want to :)

omfg we share so many favorites!! in fact a lot of these are recent favorites of mine that i forgot to put on favorites list i posted a while ago, like the ‘he’s a hot house flower to my outdoorsmen’ like, it’s so good.

i have mixed feelings on the aimee song as a whole but that lyric is so powerful to me and really cool.

i also fully made that new romantics connection too they first time i heard it and i was like it’s the thing!! ahh!! love these, 10/10 ✨

#anonymous #answered

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thisselflovecamebacktome · 1 month

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So I did my best to lay to rest all of the bodies that have ever been on my body, and in my mind. They sink into the swamp. Is that a bad thing to say in a song? 🤝 Did you hear my covert narcissism I disguise as altruism like some kind of congressman? (tale as old as time)

The most relatable (to me) lyrics of their respective albums being on songs I otherwise do not gravitate towards.

#taylor swift #florida #anti hero #midnights #the tortured poets department album

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chickawah23 · 1 month

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Quick parallel: Florida!!! 🤝 no body, no crime 🤝 Fortnight

“All my girls got their lace and their crimes. And your cheating husband disappeared, well no one asks any questions here …All of the bodies that have ever been on my body And in my mind, they sink into the swamp is that a bad thing to say in a song?” - Florida!!!

“My husband is cheating, I wanna kill him.” - Fortnight

“No, no body, no crime I wasn't letting up until the day he died.” - no body, no crime

#same energy #lyrical parallels

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marcsmarquez · 1 month

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You can beat the heat if you beat the charges too

They said I was a cheat, I guess it must be true

And my friends all smell like weed or little babies

And this city reeks of driving myself crazy

Little did you know

Your home's really only a town you're just a guest in

So you work your life away

Just to pay for a timeshare down in Destin

Florida is one hell of a drug

Florida, can I use you up?

The hurricane with my name when it came

I got drunk and I dared it to wash me away

Barricaded in the bathroom with a bottle of wine

Well, me and my ghosts, we had a hell of a time

Yes, I'm haunted but I'm feeling just fine

All my girls got their lace and their crimes

And your cheating husband disappeared

Well, no one asks any questions here

So I did my best to lay to rest

All of the bodies that have ever been on my body

And in my mind, they sink into the swamp

Is that a bad thing to say in a song?

Little did you know

Your home's really only the town you'll get arrested

So you pack your life away

Just to wait out the shitstorm back in Texas

Florida is one hell of a drug

Florida, can I use you up?

I need to forget, so take me to Florida

I've got some regrets, I'll bury them in Florida

Tell me I'm despicable, say it's unforgivable

At least the dolls are beautiful, fuck me up, Florida

I need to forget, so take me to Florida

I've got some regrets, I'll bury them in Florida

Tell me I'm despicable, say it's unforgivable

What a crash, what a rush, fuck me up, Florida

It's one hell of a drug

Love left me like this and I don't want to exist

So take me to Florida

Little did you know

Your home's really only a town you're just a guest in (take me to Florida)

So you work your life away

Just to pay for a timeshare down in Destin (take me to Florida)

Little did you know

Your home's really only the town you'll get arrested (take me to Florida)

So you pack your life away

Just to wait out the shitstorm back in Texas (take me to)

Florida is one hell of a drug (take me to)

Florida, can I use you up?

Florida is one hell of a drug

Florida, go on, fuck me up

I move through the world with the heartbroken

My longings stay unspoken

And I may never open up the way I did for you

And all of those best laid plans

You said I needed a brave man

Then proceeded to play him

Until I believed it too

And it kills me

I just don't understand

How you don't miss me

In the shower

And remember

How my rain-soaked body was shaking

Do you hate me?

Was it hazing?

For a cruel fraternity I pledged

And I still mean it

Old habits die SCREAMINGGGGG

Six weeks of breathing clean air

I still miss the smoke

Were you making fun of me with some esoteric joke?

Now I want to sell my house and set fire to all my clothes

And hire a priest to come and exorcise my demons

Even if I die screaming

And I hope you hear it

And I hope it's shitty

In The Black Dog

When someone plays The Starting Line and you jump up

But she's too young to know this song

That was intertwined in the tragic fabric of our dreaming

'Cause tail between your legs, you're leaving

I still can't believe it

'Cause old habits die SCREAMINGGGGGGGG

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"You know youre good when you can even do it with a broken heart " - i can do it w a broken heart

" so i did my best to lay to rest all of the bodies that have ever been on my body, and in my mind, they sink into the swamp" - florida

" and i love you, its ruining my life" - fortnight

" all those nights, he kept me goin'. swirled you into all of my poems. Now we're at the starting line, i did my time" - fresh out the slammer

" showed me that this world is bigger than us then sent me back where i came from" - down bad

" down bad wakin' up in blood. starin' at the sky, come back and pick me up" - down bad

" did you take all my old clothes, just to leave me here naked and alone" - down bad

" how dare you think its romantic. Leaving me safe and stranded. Cause fuck it i was in love, so fuck you if i cant have us " - Đm " down bad" làm mình cảm thấy depressed vcl

" if all you want is gray for me, its just white noise, its just my choice" - but daddy i love him

" i'll tell you something 'bout my good name. its mine along with all the disgrace"- but daddy i love him

" 'cause the sign on your heart said its still reserved for me. honestly, who r we to fight the alchemy " - the alchemy

" when your impressionist paintings of heaven turned out to be fakes. you took me to hell too" - loml

" dancing phantoms on the terrace, are they second hand embarrassed that i cant get out of bed 'cause some thing counterfeits dead" - loml

" our field of dreams engulfed in fire. your arson's match, your somber eyes. and i'll still see until i die. you're the loss of my life" - loml

" my spine split from carrying us up the hill. wet through my clothes, weary bones caught the chill. i stopped trying to make him laugh. stopped trying to drill the safe" - so long, London

" i stopped CPR, after all it's no use. the spirit was gone, we would never come to" - so long london

" and you say I abandoned the ship. but I was going down with it. my white knuckle dying grip" - so long london

" every day of a love affair. every breath feels like rarest air

when you're not sure if he wants to be there. so how much sad did you think I had,

did you think I had in me?" - so long , London

" you swore that you loved me but where were the clues? i died on the altar waiting for the proof. you sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days" - so long , London

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