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promqueendyke · 1 year

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creemore, ontario david herzog + should have known better, sufjan stevens

#david herzog #should have known better #sufjan stevens #sufjan stevens lyrics #lyricsedit #typoedit #typography #all caps lyrics #spilled ink #collage art #sufjan stevens edit #on grief #grieving

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uglygirlheaven · 6 days

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Light struck from the lemon tree What if I’d never seen, hysterical light from Eugene?

#sufjan stevens #carrie and lowell #eugene #lyric edit #song edit #song lyrics #sufjan stevens edit #graphic art #web weaving #lyrics aesthetic

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goldenwaves · 8 months

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should i tear my heart out now? everything i feel returns to you, somehow (♫)

#ts4 #ts4 edit #sims 4 #UMMMMM SOOOO #eadwin #dnd #she's a scribes wizard i know its giving necromancy but it makes sense but you dont get context cause my dnd party is on here #hi scout hi morri #click for quality blease #actually the sufjan stevens grief album as the caption is my character spoiler #kinda wanted to add tears but shes actually very bubbly and not melancholic

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the-bee-graveyard · 1 month

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Some Lottienat with love songs because who doesn’t love pain

Work Song By Hozier / I’m Your Man by Mitski / Chelsea by Phoebe Bridgers / To Be Alone With You by Sufjan Stevens / Francesca by Hozier / I Love You Too by Ezra Bell

I’m out of ideas for these so feel free to suggest some!

#Yellowjackets #Lottienat #natalie scatorccio #lottie matthews #Yellowjackets edit #Hozier #mitski #phoebe bridgers #sufjan stevens #Ezra bell

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girl-bateman · 9 months

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You know where the scandal is. /Playlist

Part 1, Part 2

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sibylsleaves · 1 year

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rest in my arms, sleep in my bed

a quick little 6x12 coda

He looks so…soft, on Eddie’s couch. With his light gray sweatpants and his few day old stubble and his half-open mouth and his arm thrown across the back cushion like he’s just waiting for someone to sit down next to him and cuddle into his side.

When he showed up at the door, Eddie was—fucking elated, if he’s being honest. Relieved, that Buck came here, barging in the way he always does, not even waiting for Eddie to invite him inside because he knows the invitation’s always implied.

And now he’s here, and he’s fast asleep on Eddie’s couch, and Eddie doesn’t want to stop looking at him. He’s here on the couch and Eddie just wants to keep him here. Where he knows he’ll be safe. Where he can look at him, the way he couldn’t for all those days in the hospital. Those days in the hospital where looking at Buck felt like dying, and being away from Buck felt like dying, and so Eddie was just stuck in this awful purgatory, a waking nightmare.

And Eddie’s been—he’s been fucking worried, okay? Buck died. But he’s been trying to give him space to heal and process everything that happened, knowing that if he was patient, Buck would come to him.

And now here he is. And it’s everything Eddie’s wanted for days, ever since he watched Buck’s parents take him home from the hospital to a loft across town that doesn’t even have a proper couch. Well, now it does—Buck already told Eddie how his mother insisted on getting one, and that’s a whole thing Eddie can’t even touch.

But even though there is a brand new couch sitting in his loft, Buck is here, sleeping on Eddie’s couch. It’s not the first time he’s done it, and it certainly won’t be the last, but Eddie sits down with his beer and just watches him breathe for a minute, because he still remembers all too well what it felt like when he saw Buck lying on the gurney not breathing. And when he saw Buck lying in that hospital bed with a machine breathing for him.

Now his chest rises and falls on its own, and Eddie’s not really sure how something so simple can be one of the most beautiful things he’s ever seen in his life, but it is.

He knows there’s more healing ahead—for Buck, for himself, for the team. He knows it’s not as simple as waking up and getting on with it. He knows this kind of thing, being that close to death, isn’t something you can just shake off. Not even Buck can.

But he’s here. He’s breathing. He’s safe.

And for now, sitting here in the early twilight, that’s all Eddie needs.

#buddie fic #sibyls words #not posting this to ao3 or anything this will just live here!#didnt edit this at all tbh it is what it is #title from vito's ordination song by sufjan stevens #which i highly recommend going to listen to right now because it's just lovely

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pomegranate · 2 years

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