for all of this...

i’ll be very honest, being loved by someone like me isn’t soft or beautiful or poetic the way people romanticize it. it’s dark. it’s obsessive. it’s a kind of hunger that doesn’t stop once it starts. and the worst part? when you live far from the person you love, the love doesn’t dissolve— it ferments. it festers. the poems stop sounding like love letters and start feeling like screams no one hears. it’s not yearning anymore, it’s erosion. a slow-burning cannibalism of your own self.

i will wait for you

but I yearn only for you you will destroy me with words that you have never spoken

ahem. it was created by the deftones when they released digital bath in 2000...

love your hate

you and your friend rushing to turn down the volume on these speakers in the computer room when Kelly in the “Shoes” video reached the bridge and started screaming FUCK YOU

did anyone ever feel psychic when they knew the house phone was about to ring because of the way it created feedback in the speakers?

the year is 2002. you’re on the family computer. you log into AIM. you hear the door open. your stomach flips.you check your list—they’re there. your heart races. your palms sweat. you stare at the screen. then—the door closes. they’re gone. was that a glitch? did they block you? are they coming back? you sit there, sick to your stomach. you know what you have to do: leave the most unhinged lyrics you can think of as an away message. what are you leaving? drop it below.