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if i look back, i am lost

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I forgive Florence + The Machine and Hozier for their absence in music cuz tbh time doesn’t exist to them so on their side they just stepped out for a cigarette break and for us, like 10 human years passed
Don’t give me one-sided unrequited love, give me two-sided unwanted love. Both sides are deeply in love with the other and both sides are like ‘fuck, really?? them??? really?’
This made me laugh.

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Chester
I could hear all those things you ran from with every song you released living your dream
you didn’t need to play your albums in reverse to hear the taunting of your demons
I grew up I cradled your songs close to my chest & I knew I wasn’t the only one
that felt numb that watched the sun set that wanted something rather than nothing to matter
I wish we could’ve found a new palette of colors that just weren’t a collection of shit grey so maybe the world wouldn’t need rose colored glasses just so it can make another rotation just so the fingers of the sun could tighten it’s grip out of love rather than anger
I hope you slipped calmly beneath the waves when you decided to let go of the edge you so desperately clung
I’m sorry that your armor broke I’m sorry that you were the only one who could repair it I’m sorry that your symphony played it’s final notes in the middle of battle
you may have already felt like a ghost in your final hours but we never lost sight of the spirit you let spill from your eyes with your honest lyrics & your highest notes
you felt the weight of a thousand worlds for so long that anyone could understand why you would floorboard it to insanity
you don’t need to apologize I understand that these plans we make can be written in blood washed away with the mud of uncut clouds leaving us with more questions of subjects we thought to be experts on
I hope you didn’t scream at yourself I hope you finally felt like you won I hope you can walk to what you always wanted when you wake up on whatever road you travel next
I fucking care that your flickering light went out amongst a sea of dimmer specks, even though you might feel you didn’t shine as brightly as you did so many used you to guide us shining brighter than Polaris did in a world without the pollution of smog traced neons
I’m sorry that you lost books of stories when you lost track of your scars & those consequential sharp edges are wounds some of us share as we trudge this unmapped path
so we all continue forward under this blanket of scars & we still listen to your words hydrohelioizing your perfect non-flickering
polarisized star
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accept that you arent special to some people and move on
I dont know whats going on but I’m sure there’s a YA novel about it
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me listening to my music library: i truly have the best, most eclectic, most exciting and enjoyable music collection ever compiled
me when someone asks if i want to plug my phone in the car: All My Music Is Irredeemably Bad
“The difference between a happy ending and an unhappy ending is simply the place you decide to stop telling your story.”

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Rowlet & friends.
lately i’ve been replacing my “i’m sorry”s with “thank you”s, like instead of “sorry i’m late” i’ll say “thanks for waiting for me”, or instead of “sorry for being such a mess” i’ll say “thank you for loving me and caring about me unconditionally” and it’s not only shifted the way i think and feel about myself but also improved my relationships with others who now get to receive my gratitude instead of my negativity