The Gold, by Manchester Orchestra and Phoebe Bridgers
“Couldnt really love you anymore, you’ve become my ceiling.”
sobs and crys
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Happy New Year. 💛✨️ I look forward to creating more of what I love, and sharing it here with you.
Boygenius edits #14: Holiday Edition. From my Instagram lettertoagaypoet.
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you cant open your eyes for a while
you just breathe
i believed you were crazy
you believed that you love me
you and me, we're a day drink
so, lose your faith in me
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GRAMMAR BEING MEANINGFUL IS MY FAVORITE FUCKING THING EVER. GIVE IT TO ME. YES.
"my dearest angelica," vs "my dearest, angelica,"
"i couldn't really love you any more" vs "i don't think i love you anymore"
"i was scared indigo, but i wanted to" vs "i was scared, indigo, but i wanted to"
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“couldn't really love you any more,
you’ve become my ceiling.
i don't think i love you anymore,
that gold mine changed you”
- the gold
their love was never romantic, it was strictly platonic. Everlark is superior.
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i don’t want to be me anymore.
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