Dec 1, 2024
EVERMORE | The Shipwreck by Ivan Aivazovsky (1865) Tolerateit's December Editing Prompt: Snow ❆
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EVERMORE | The Shipwreck by Ivan Aivazovsky (1865) Tolerateit's December Editing Prompt: Snow ❆
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lavender haze (behind the scenes)
breathe in, breathe through, breathe deep, breathe out.
and the old widow goes to the stone everyday, but I don't I just sit here and pray, grieving for the living | ivy + fire and ice
and i'm never gonna love again
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God rest my soul, I miss who I used to be The tomb won't close, stained glass windows in my mind I regret you all the time
And baby, I get mystified by how this city screams your name And baby, I'm so terrified of if you ever walk away I'd never walk Cornelia Street again I'd never walk Cornelia Street again(x)
We lie awake in love and fear, in turmoil and tears. We stare at walls and drink until they speak back. We twist in our self-made cages and pray that we aren’t - right this minute - about to make some life-altering mistake.
This is a collection of music written in the middle of the night, a journey through terrors and sweet dreams. The floors we face and the demons we face. For all of us who have tossed and turned and decided to keep lanterns lit and go searching - hoping that just maybe, when the clock strikes twelve... we’ll meet ourselves.