life itself // places we won't walk

Playlist: uranus

This is a dream. These are the complications.

A smile. A nightmare.

And then you cry. And then you laugh.

Cause. Effect. Effect. Cause.

There are so many words, but none defines me. They doesn’t explain what I am, or feel. Otherwise, I feel trapped in words.

This creates: confusion.

After a storm, should everything be better? And if after the storm, my whole world it’s cornered by a destroyed city?

The damp earth, my mud-stained hands creates space in the underground.

It rained, sister.

I imagine what it feels like to be above and not under the clouds. Does being under the clouds mean catching the rain?

From here, I see more stars, surrounded by the black pitch of the sky.

Under the road on which I first walked. Before the storm, it just had to rain. And after the storm?

Before the storm, the sun was breaking me.

I get out of my hole and the cold rain bathes me. It’s raining again.

My head is up, but my eyes are closed. The rain, as strong as it is, does not allow me to look at the clouds.

(Hopes from the underground)

if you’re a fan of fairytales and folklore and Stories in general then you should know about the aarne-thompson motif index, which classifies different motifs from folklore under a decimal system. it’s really cool

Glass Animals - Crazy (Gnarls Barkley Cover)

Touch Up (2005/07)

-angry, rejecting society

-probably queer (see: Verbatim, Dirty Town)

-a little rocky, set the foundation for future albums.

O My Heart (2008)

-more like O My Mental Illness

-the three D’s: dejection, dissociation, dysphoria (and another D if you kno what I mean,) coupled with some paranoia and anger issues

-undeniably queer (see: Hay Loft)

-lots of feelings. like a lot. goes through the stages of grief, not in a particular order.

Eureka (2011)

-transitional, exiting a long depression

-nostalgic, slow healing, coming out of a shell

-still here, still queer (see: Calm Me Down, The Stand)

-fun, catchy, ready to move on and face the world.

The Sticks (2012)

-says a lot of things that need to be said but the courage was never there

-realization of having been sheltered, the hardships of the world setting into bones (somewhat maintaining optimism!)

-straight? no way. very queer (see: Let’s Fall In Love, Happy, Cesspool of Love)

-many steps forward, but perhaps the steps backwards equal it out. it’s all progress in the end.

Very Good Bad Thing (2014)

-(happy?) existential dread

-it’s too late the back away now

-the queerness is getting too strong (see: the whole fucking album.) the abbreviation of the album title is literally one letter away from LGBT.

-am I God of Death? a corporeal void? I know I exist because I hate myself.

-quality over quantity.

No Culture (2017)

-embracing of differences, seen and slept with most of the world.

-is just over it

-trying to settle down with those who are most important. has encountered great loss.

-hear hear, it’s queer! (see: Free, Mouth of the Devil)

the precise energy you would expect from an abandoned radio station in the middle of the desert following a global apocalypse 

for the bastards and the cryptics, here’s some garbage to summon the ghosts of your middle school english teachers past to at three in the morning 

john mulaney. 

the soundtrack that was playing in the background of one dream i had months ago in which i was falling in love with some lesbian mechanic living nextdoor 

staying at your friends grandmas seaside holiday house but the blankets scratch you all night and there isn’t a single room devoid of haunted dolls 

songs that make you feel like the human reincarnation of fallingfalling.com

tunes to play for your grieving family as they lower you into the ground, absolutely mortified by your amusing song requests

collection of songs which i believe should be eternally banned from being played over usa high school speakers. i’m not wrong. 

you know those awful sets of twins who continue to say “twinning” all the time despite how much dread it brings everyone around them. yeah, that. 

open invitation for any alt girl with a decent music taste, doc martens, or an obsession with tarot cards to both possess and step on me 

kids in my class are considering becoming cops so from now on i’m devoted to nothing but the tedious task of playing anti-fa songs within their earshot at any given opportunity until they confront me 

songs which i envision would be played when either a) slow dancing in the middle of an empty prom hall at two am or b) drinking black coffee before driving off down the open highway, on the run from the police  

middle aged dads in hawaiian shirts on their fiji vacation

it’s about a crazy sentient computer that had wiped out all of the human race except 5 people, whom it’d torture for as long as it could keep them alive. things get pretty intense.