#and love is not a victory march—it’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah 🎶

[ofmermaidstories]

you know the song hallelujah? (i heard there was a secret cord/that david played and it pleased the lord) it doesn’t matter which version, they all work, but there’s a moment of like—pure longing in it, when the singer’s repeating hallelujah. hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah. no matter the version of the song, no matter the singer, i always think love feels like that. standing back in a crowded room—a party or a museum or a café—and watching someone you’ve come to love like, apologise to strangers for almost tripping over their bag, or laugh with a friend, or scratch a old dog’s ears. the defeat in it, almost. you love them. of course you do. hallelujah. hallelujah. hallelujah.

[andimahsong139]

🎶 Love is not a victory march, it's a cold and a broken #Hallelujah https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn1Q2RsSwMW/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=