badlands.

[ID: A screenshot of a poem quote that says: "A wound gives off its own light surgeons say. If all the lamps in the house were turned out you could dress this wound by what shines from it." END ID]

Just wanted to say a special thank you to everyone on here who has found “The End” resonates with them. It’s like screaming in an empty room sometimes. I came back to tumblr when it all went down, because I think something special happens here. Like when someone sits at the edge of the couch and through your tears you say “please don’t watch me cry, but please don’t leave either.” This is the quiet space in between screaming observation and lethargic loneliness. It’s shared solitude. The platform gave me everything once upon a time, so many years ago. It felt right to return in my weakest moment. It was here that I could tell small fragmented truths about what I was going through, in my own baroque way. Thanks for keeping my secret until I was ready.

I’ve been keeping a secret for longer than I can handle and this album is my confession. Admission. Plea for kindness. Cry for help. Hand held out and extended. Promise of faith. Solemn nod in the face of “oh my god”. My sideways smile of radical acceptance. I love you so much and I thank the heavens for every single note that left my mouth in the making of.

I’m really nervous and I have a lot to catch you up on and I don’t know how you’re gonna receive this news and I’m gonna take a quick breath and then we’ll go. Not a quick breath, a long sigh. A short sigh. I don’t know. I need to come up for air and I promise promise promise it will be worth the wait so soon. Or maybe it won’t and you’ll be devastated. All I know is that I’ve made my truth. Its my truth. Goodnight.