#don’t you just wanna wake up dark as a lake!!!! smelling like a bonfire lost in a haze!! if you’re drunk in life babe!!!!!

[unknownarmageddon]

tomorrow is your last one cackles

AND, funnily, tomorrrow is also the last day before i go see hozier

YEAHH let’s fucking go dude

[the-oblivious-writer]

Too Sweet

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Drabble

Summary: You and Wednesday were simply night and day, contrasting personalities preventing any chance of pursuit

Warning(s): No dialogue, pining!Wednesday, & no pronouns but the word 'goddess' is used once

Notes: Based off of 'Too Sweet' by the lovely Andrew Hozier, this song feels wenclair coded - hopefully I get the energy to edit them to it one day. This is my first time writing for Wednesday, so constructive criticism is more than welcome, and much appreciated! 🙏 (as it always is)

Wednesday despised you. She loathed every fiber of your being, every word you spoke, every path you chose. Yet no matter how deep her hatred for you ran, it was all out of pure spite.

You were close friends with Enid, so inevitably that meant you and Wednesday often found yourselves in the same atmosphere. Sometimes you and Enid would have sleepovers and it did not take long for Wednesday to discover you were an early bird opposed to her late night writing sessions. 

You always looked so peaceful while resting. How do you sleep so well? Wednesday wondered. What do you dream about? It’s silly and utterly ridiculous, she knows. But her mind can’t help but stray when it comes to you. You have shown your own concern when it comes to the Addams’ erratic sleep schedule, if you could even classify it as one. You have always said to others—including Wednesday—to live right, to go to bed before the daylight. 

You wake up to watch the sunrise;  it was repulsing how rottenly pure that is. You were drunk on life, a poet—but far from Wednesday’s brand. You had a bright perspective; it was naive, yet wholesome. Your poetry revolves around the optimistic, steadfast side of life—while Wednesday’s consists of more realistic themes such as death, betrayal, and eternal heartbreak. It was a drastic contrast.

Wednesday could never bear such a naive way of life, so she simply doesn’t understand how you do. It was such a frustrating thought, the way you went about. Don’t you just want to wake up dark as a lake, smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze? You lived such a reserved life in her eyes; treating your mouth as if it's heaven’s gate, your body like it’s the TSA. 

She wasn’t oblivious to the glances you spared her; it was an internal battle refusing to meet them. But there were consequences. Wednesday has seen horrific things, things she believes would force a person like you into abandoning their wide-eyed outlook on life; she refuses to be the one who corrupts you. She wishes she could go along, don’t get her wrong. You were a goddess on earth, inside and out; bright as the morning, as soft as the rain, pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape. Tooth rotting was what you were, but Wednesday did always deem herself a masochist. 

If you can sit in a barrel, maybe she’ll wait. But until that day, she’d rather take her whiskey neat, raw as the honey in your tea, and coffee black as the ink you use to craft your sugar coated poems. Your sweetness was too overwhelming for her to carry, the looks you gave her alone were laced in your perfection. 

Everything pointed to the evident conclusion; you’re too sweet for her.

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A/N: I feel eh abt this one, but I need to experiment with Wednesday more if I wanna get used to writing for her

[mossgh0st]

As If It’s Heaven’s Gate (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

Summary | Levi is caught in a dark place following the battle of heaven and earth. Believing he’s undeserving of life’s sweetness, he deprives himself until you show up on his doorstep. Inspired by and based on Too Sweet by Hozier.

Content | Angst, Fluff. Sort of slow burn? No use of y/n. Levi is a grump, reader is shorter than him. Brief mentions of off-screen sex. Italics are song lyrics that each section is inspired by.

Pairings | Levi/Reader. Mentions of Jean/Pieck.

Notes | As soon as I heard Too Sweet, I knew I needed to write about Levi. Header is from ‘kii on Pinterest. Hope you enjoy!

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It can’t be said I’m an early bird, it’s 10 o’clock before I say a word. Baby, I can never tell, how do you sleep so well?

After the war, Levi becomes a creature of the night. His meticulous bedtime routine and eves of deep, restful slumber have become wrought with nightmares, teeming with the faces of everyone he’s ever loved having succumbed to their bitter ends. He’s forgone the tea, a relic of a previous era; he now prefers an amber liquid that stings on the way down. A balm that numbs, heavy bottomed glass filled only a quarter of the way. When he ventures beyond the confines of his home, he asks for the tippy top of the top shelf - Levi always takes his whiskey neat.

You know you don’t gotta pretend. Baby, now and then, don’t you just wanna wake up, dark as a lake, smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze?

Some days, he’s lucky if he retires before the sunrise peeks over the hills and pulls itself up to the high point of the sky. Letters go unanswered, bookshelves less sparse as he fills the majority of his time with thick, leather-bound tomes. The newspaper has becomes the perfect kindling, headlines boasting peace negotiations melt and turn runny with the heat of the blaze. When Levi wakes each hazy afternoon, it’s with the lingering scent of bonfire strung about the atmosphere. His once grey eyes have turned deep, a color so sharpened it resembles the water on a lake just before the claps of thunder rumble and bring down swells of rain.

But while in this world, I think I’ll take my whiskey neat. My coffee black and my bed at three.

He knows he won’t live forever. He’s not at all interested. At this point, he’s pleading for the same sweet release from the world he afforded Erwin. Levi has spent so much time dwelling in the night, the darkness is threatening to become him. Then, you show up, one damp afternoon. Modest sundress, two small bags, a green ribbon tying back your hair. The glow you emanate is too much for him. He wants to be angry, filled with a rage so intense it convinces you to leave running in the midst of the spring storm, ribbon flying behind you. The pit in his stomach solidifies when he can’t bring himself to be irate, softened by the cold flush of your cheeks and the sheepishness of your smile as you stand, delicate in his doorway.

You’re too sweet for me, you’re too sweet for me.

At first, your presence does nothing to alter his routine. You rise with the sun, the first blinks of morning are spent brewing a sweet coffee in his kitchen, silent save the chattering of the birds. The dregs of his previous evening’s fire catching in the wind and mingling with the scent of bitter coffee grounds. Levi rises long after the sun has hit it’s peak, emerging in loose slacks and a half undone shirt, the sleeves rolled. You cross paths only briefly, while he pours his glass of amber whiskey and you prepare your cup of evening tea. A silent understanding has occurred - you can stay, if you don’t intervene. So you read in the overgrown garden, take your coffee with milk and two sugars, visit the bookstore, the seamstress down the block from the town’s main square, and worry about him only when you are tipping over the ledge into sleep.

But who wants to live forever, babe? You treat your mouth as if it's Heaven's gate.

The first change is subtle: tea leaves are disappearing faster than you’re brewing them; you know he’s dipping into the store after you retire each evening. Then, when the usual night terrors creep up again, plaguing your mind and leaving your lungs in a vice grip, the second change occurs. Levi waking and comforting you after a string of particularly violent dreams, a different sort of understanding passes when he murmurs, “I still see them, too.” You find him in your bed then, most mornings. Your routines still separate, bodies occupying different halves of the day for weeks. Coffee, bookstore, seamstress, reading, garden. It continues on, life in your solitary bubbles, except the brief overlapping in the early morning when your breaths mingle in the same space between your sleeping forms.

I wish that I could go along, babe, don't get me wrong.

The paradigm shifts once more when he begins to rouse the same time as you. A brief wave of shame washes over you as you realize he’s already awake, you cannot observe his closed eyes and smoothed forehead, the lines of his face set in peace, the soft parting of his lips, or the slow rise of his chest beneath the thin blankets. That morning, you show him how to make the coffee, and he grumbles after burning the first pot, squinting in the bright light. He notices you smiling out of the corner of his eye and something rattles around in his chest. You add three sugars to your cup. He accompanies you to both the bookstore and the seamstress, his silent presence a new comfort. Levi wants to ask why you chose him, chose his home, when there are happier and more accommodating friends, current or former members of the 104th. There’s no doubt in his mind that you’d be better off with someone like Mikasa, in her quiet cottage by the sea. Even Jean and Pieck, or hell, Reiner and his family.

You're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain.

Within a few months, Levi’s world has changed. It’s brighter, fuzzy around the edges. There’s a few sundresses in the closet of his room, a growing stack of books on his dresser. A knit shawl is draped over the chair in the living room; and the guest bed hasn’t been used in several weeks. He lets her brew the coffee in the morning, his palate now well suited for the taste, and takes chrysanthemum tea in the evenings. The garden has a bench now, front row to the beds of geranium, lavender, and snapdragon. When you smile at him through the kitchen window, an understanding dawns on him, an awakening blooms inside of him. He’s seen this look before, many times; over a shared water jug during an expedition, sleepy and exhausted over a fire surrounded by their comrades, during meetings with military leadership, after the battle of heaven and earth, and on the day you were assigned to his squad. You would never go to Mikasa’s, or to Jean and Pieck, even Reiner, or anyone else. He would never let you.

Pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape.

The first touch of morning is chill, a breeze dancing its way through the open window, sheet gathered at his waist as Levi rouses from sleep. He hears your hums from the kitchen and swings his feet over the bed. He’s drawn to you like bees are to flowers, cloying aroma and sunlight and all things good. Forgoing the tie of his robe, he begins purposeful strides down the hall. Then, you’re there, back turned and hair down. The hem of your pale nightgown sways as you wait for the pour of coffee, glowing in the sunrise, hands over your upper arms to stave off the late summer air. You’re lost in a daydream. Levi comes to stand behind you, listening to the melody you hum quietly. The deprecating, nagging voice he contends with daily in his mind is quieted - it’s just you now; always you.

If you could sit in a barrel, maybe I’d wait.

It’s quiet when he slides an arm around your waist, body warm and flushed. It’s quiet when you turn in his hold, meeting his grey gaze with lingering surprise and pink cheeks. It’s quiet as he pulls you in closer still, hands coming up to rest on his chest. Quiet, as Levi brushes his forehead against yours, eyes closed, fingers flexing in their hold of you. Completely silent, as he tilts your chin up, up, up, and brushes his lips with yours. The taste of you nothing like he had ever dreamed, and oh, had he dreamed. When you push up onto your toes to deepen the pressure, sigh into his mouth, his black bitter heart nearly bursts through his chest.

Until that day…

And when he takes you shortly after, coffee long forgotten, limbs so tangled it’s near impossible to discern where you end and Levi begins, lips parted and dewy with sweat and each other; he can only think of the sweetness this life has afforded him in you, how the bitterness of his past has made way for this belonging.. well. There’s truly no such thing as too sweet, is there?

[dutchmancallypso]

FINAL PART 3 OF MY OPLA ZOSAN IS UP...

It feels weird, saying goodbye to this series. I spent more than half a year writing it, among other project. This part is definitely my favourite.

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Series name: Perfect Feeling.

Series description: Upon joining the Strawhats, Sanji immediately falls in love with his supposed "rival" – the snarky, moss haired swordsman. He decides to try if Zoro, by any chance, reprociates.

Will there be enough time to find out?

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3: Let It Happen

Word Count: 5,901

Description: Don’t you just wanna wake up Dark as a lake Smelling like a bonfire Lost in a haze?

[wzrd-wheezes]

“don’t you just wanna wake up, dark as a lake? smelling like bonfire, lost in a haze?”

remus lupin x too sweet - hozier

[toamg]

Lyric analysis of Hoziers “Too Sweet”

"To Sweet" is a newly published song, released in March 2024 by the Irish singer and songwriter Hozier. There are many theories circulating on the internet concerning the lyrics of the piece, which describe the incompatibility of two different personalities in a relationship. Some people claim that the song is a rejection song, while others think it shows the inner conflict of the lyrical "I," who thinks he’s not good or pure enough to devote himself to a relationship with the lyrical "you."

In the following analysis, the song will be examined verse by verse to explore its true meaning.

Disclaimer: This is just my interpretation of the lyrics, and other opinions and ideas are welcome!

In the first verse, the lyrical "I" shows that he has bad habits and is aware of it ("can’t be said I’m an early bird, it’s ten o’clock before I say a word"). At the same time, he is confused or rather amazed by the lyrical "you's" discipline ("baby I can never tell how do you sleep so well"). This first verse highlights that the lyrical "you" and "I" are polar opposites already, and their lifestyles don’t function together.

In the next verse, the lyrical "I" describes how the lyrical "you" tries to push him into a healthier lifestyle ("You keep telling me to live right, to go to bed before the daylight"), and he tries to do the same to her, convincing her to become a bit more like him ("Don’t you just wanna wake up dark as a lake, smelling like a bonfire, lost in the haze?"). In the next sentences, "if you’re drunk on life babe, I think that’s great," he again highlights that he is absolutely fine with her being positive, but they simply don’t work together. It’s like the lyrical "I" is saying: You’re "drunk on life" so positive and healthy and full of energy, but "I’ll take my whiskey neat," indicating he can’t match her energy.

With the line "I’ll take my whiskey neat" in the chorus, he again highlights his darker, more subtle view on life, which is the polar opposite of hers. Now the line "you’re too sweet for me" can be interpreted in a couple of different ways, but I like to believe that it’s his way of saying he doesn’t deserve his lover, that he feels like he’s not good enough for her. Like he’s almost afraid of turning her bitter like his coffee that he likes black (ref. "I’ll take […] my coffee black").

In this example, you can also see the clear contrast again that is shown throughout the entire text, between bitter coffee and too sweet. Two things that just don’t make sense together.

The fourth verse says: "the ground is where I go, I work late where I'm free from the phone," which sounds almost as if he is hiding from his partner. Maybe it’s the being so different and not having enough in common to feel completely comfortable in each other's presence.

"But you worry some, I know, But who wants to live forever babe?" This beginning of the pre-chorus once again highlights the difference between the partners. The lyrical "you" being so careful, being drunk on life instead of alcohol and guarding her mouth as if it’s heaven's gate, her body like the TSA, as the next verse reveals. And in contrast to that, the lyrical "I" with his life fast, die young attitude, no risk no fun behavior. ("who wants to live forever babe?")

The 6th and last verse shows how highly he thinks of her and that he isn’t judging her in any way ("you’re bright as the morning, soft as the rain, pretty as a vine, sweet as a grape") but the sweetness is simply not what he likes. In these sentences, he uses a grape or vine to describe her, which later turns into "you can sit in a barrel, baby I’ll wait," referring to the process of making wine, which turns sweet grapes into something more sour and alcoholic, how he wishes she was more like.

To conclude, I believe that this song is not intended to be a rejection song, at least not in a classical sense. He doesn’t reject her because he doesn’t like her, but because he feels he's not good enough for her, or at least he thinks so.

[gothsuguru]

please reveal your suguru-coded hozier songs :) i believe it would be beneficial for my sanity :)

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I WAS HOPING SOMEONE WOULD ASK :3 and omfg i have SO many honestly i can say practically every song can be suguru-coded but that’s probably bc i’m insane <3 but omfg… here’s just a FEW! (i love you gaia <3 i love you suguru <3 i love you hozier’s music/lyrics <3)

• as it was: i’d argue that this is THE most suguru-coded song that has ever existed… i think it speaks a lot to suguru’s descent into madness! especially when hozier talks about being “unmoved” — i think suguru himself, canon 3rd year -> cult leader!suguru simply won’t allow himself to be swayed by what anyone says… he’s his own man & thinks his own thoughts and ultimately just gets swallowed up by darkness & the hatred/negativity that consumes him!

the lyric Of All Time that i think ENCAPSULATES suguru is:

“but your love was unmoved… and the sights were as stark as my baby, and the cold was as sharp as my baby, and the nights were as dark as my baby… half as beautiful too.”

• arsonist’s lullabye: THIS SONG IS SOOOOO 3RD YEAR GETO CODED… actually just OVERALL teen!geto coded! hearing voices, staring into open flames, telling himself not to tame his demons but keep them on a leash (which he essentially does with cursed spirit manipulation.) also love that in this song, 16 is the age where his senses start to fool him & something else, “an other”, would start to rule him (suguru’s demons taking a hold of him -> leading him to defection.) and then the talk of being a man, but for him, the only peace he’d feel is the ashes left in his wake (suguru wanting to kill non-sorcerers so peace could be felt for himself/other sorcerers.)

“when i was a child, i heard voices. some would sing and some would scream. you soon find you have few choices, i learned the voices died with me.”

“when i was 16, my senses fooled me, thought gasoline was on my clothes. i knew that something would always rule me. i knew the scent was mine alone.”

“when i was a man i thought it ended, when i knew love's perfect ache. but my peace has always depended on all the ashes in my wake.”

“all you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach. don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep 'em on a leash.”

• too sweet: this one is so curator!geto coded :3 i just really adore the lyrics in this one and if you end up seeing some of hozier’s lyrics used to describe suguru in the fic… don’t blame me okay… i just Like the way he Describes things :3

“don't you just wanna wake up dark as a lake, smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze?” -> gives me kenjaku vibes/chilled out suguru vibes!

“i think i'll take my whiskey neat, my coffee black, and my bed at three. you're too sweet for me!” -> curator!geto is tired but sophisticated and sexy!

“you know you're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain! pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape — if you can sit in a barrel, maybe i’ll wait until that day…” -> the way curator!geto sees fashion designer!reader!

• it will come back: HEAVILY CULT LEADER!GETO CODED… he’s such a sly fox, a wolf, a papabear ready to strike. suguru is the PATRIARCH of his family, and sometimes his little family feel like sheep/lambs to me… idk this song just gives me manipulative!geto vibes and i think this geto is very… obsessed w a non-sorcerer and can’t seem to steer clear from them… he has rules set in place, says he won’t enforce them, but expects people to follow them (but he won’t follow his own…)

“i know who i am when i'm alone. i'm something else when i see you. you don't understand, you should never know how easy you are to need. don't let me in with no intention to keep me — jesus christ, don't be kind to me. honey, don't feed me, i will come back.”

“it can't be unlearned. i've known the warmth of your doorways. through the cold, i’ll find my way back to you. oh, please, give me mercy no more — that's a kindness you can't afford. i warn you, baby, each night, as sure as you're born — you'll hear me howling outside your door.”

• talk: MY FAVORITE SONG OF ALL TIME! <333 one of my fics is named after a lyric in this song! i think suguru is BOTH orpheus AND eurydice coded! suguru devoted himself to his grief and became who he became, and at the end of the day, he is absolutely willing to die for his cause (and did).

“i'd be the choiceless hope in grief that drove him underground, i'd be the dreadful need in the devotee that made him turn around…”

• son of nyx: this song has no lyrics, but the music reminds me of a… lament? i sat down one day and started writing about cult leader!suguru to this song and how he ingested so much negativity & curses that OF COURSE it consumed him too. son of nyx was the fic name (i lost the whole draft unfortunately but nyx is the goddess of darkness so i thought it was apt!) essentially it would’ve been a character study almost about suguru lamenting about his life in bed (all sexy & poetic bc obvi… you already know he sleeps on black satin sheets!)

• eat your young: suguru who’s mad at the system in place that causes young sorcerers to die/be killed. rather than it being a ‘fuck you’ to non-sorcerers, i think it’s a ‘fuck you’ to the higher-ups. like “oh? you deemed me as the worst curse-user of all time, in all of history? y’all ain’t see NOTHING yet!”

“i'm starving, darling. let me put my lips to something, let me wrap my teeth around the world. start carving, darling…” -> recently defected!geto getting ready to bare his teeth to the world.

“if you hesitate, the getting is gone. i won't lie, if there's something to be gained — there's money to be made, whatever's still to come…” -> call geto what you want but you can’t say he’s not a hustler! 😭 he was about that bread!

“skinning the children for a war drum. putting food on the table selling bombs and guns. it's quicker and easier to eat your young.” -> hatred for the system, using children as fodder to fight curses.

“we can celebrate the good that we've done! i won't lie, if there's something still to take — there is ground to break, whatever's still to come…” -> geto getting ready to declare war & begin the night parade of a hundred demons!

[kozumesphone]

hi omg is your tokyo drift event still open?? it says it ends may but your still doing it idk

requesting a pump it!!! im a foodie. cant decide if im an apollo kid or a hades kid lol. slytherclaw. city girle. night owl. reputation is my baby. older sister. cant think of anything else rn <3

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖

SKATERGIRL FAY ⭑.ᐟ

⟢ “don’t you just wanna wake up, dark as a lake smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze?”

a/n: hii dw!! you’ve gotten the honour of being the last ask of the event 💀 ANYWAY DKEKJDJD I hope you like this!!!! I get that skatergirl nightcore vibe from you (we’d be such good friends irl, our personalities would 100% match frfr) so I kinda got carried away with that part? I hope it doesn’t disappoint 🤍✨

the eldest daughter skater night owl — fay.

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[mirandamckenni1]

Hozier - Too Sweet (Official Lyric Video) Official Lyric Video for “Too Sweet” by Hozier Listen to The ‘Unheard EP’ out now: https://ift.tt/vNKIewl Never miss an update from Hozier: https://ift.tt/2jYz8Up Lyrics It can’t be said I’m an early bird It’s ten o’clock before I say a word Baby, I can never tell How do you sleep so well You keep telling me to live right To go to bed before daylight But then you wake up for the sunrise You know you don’t gotta pretend Baby, now and then Don’t you just wanna wake up Dark as a lake Smelling like a bonfire Lost in a haze If you’re drunk on life, babe I think it’s great But while in this world I think I’ll take my whiskey neat My coffee black and my bed at three You’re too sweet for me You’re too sweet for me I take my whiskey neat My coffee black and my bed at three You’re too sweet for me You’re too sweet for me I aim low I aim true and the ground is where I go I work late where I’m free from the phone And the job gets done But you worry some, I know But who wants to live forever babe You treat your mouth as if it’s heaven’s gate The rest of you like you’re the TSA I wish that I could go along Babe, don’t get me wrong You know you’re bright as the morning As soft as the rain Pretty as a vine As sweet as a grape If you can sit in a barrel Maybe I’ll wait Until that day I’d rather take my whiskey neat My coffee black and my bed at three You’re too sweet for me You’re too sweet for me I take my whiskey neat My coffee black and my bed at three You’re too sweet for me You’re too sweet for me I take my whiskey neat My coffee black and my bed at three You’re too sweet for me You’re too sweet for me Watch more videos by Hozier: https://ift.tt/WpjLdba Subscribe to the official Hozier YouTube channel: https://ift.tt/m3oPzuk Follow Hozier Facebook: https://ift.tt/Tgo9lp6 Instagram: https://ift.tt/HXMxf3q TikTok: https://ift.tt/3khsdHO Twitter: https://ift.tt/fadqGrw Website: https://ift.tt/APRj7WS Spotify: https://ift.tt/tZ97igc YouTube: https://ift.tt/m3oPzuk #Hozier #TooSweet #UnheardEP via YouTube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aezstCBHOPQ

[airwavesdotblog]

Hozier Lyrics "Too Sweet"

Artist: Hozier Album: Unheard It can’t be said I’m an early birdIt’s ten o’clock before I say a wordBaby, I can never tellHow do you sleep so well? You keep telling me to live rightTo go to bed before the daylightBut then you wake up for the sunriseYou know you don’t gotta pretend, baby, now and then Don’t you just wanna wake up, dark as a lake?Smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze?If…

[taylorexposed]

GLAMCITY TASK 001 - PLAYLIST

Songs that inspire, or reflect how Taylor is feeling. @glamrpmeme

Trustfall - Pink.

What if we just fall? I'm not going without you. You're not going alone. I fell so far 'til I found you

Not my responsibility - Billie Eilish

Do you know me? Really know me? You have opinions about my opinions. About my music. About my clothes. About my body

All I ever asked - Rachel Chinouriri

Nothing compares to the trouble that I've been through. It was all I ever asked of you

Portrait of a dead girl - The Last Dinner Party

Don’t have the strength to pin me down. The time i wasted in your mouth. Waves that crashed against your chest

Pillowtalk - Zayn Malik

I'm seeing the pain, seeing the pleasure. Nobody but you, 'body but me. 'Body but us, bodies together

Too sweet - Hozier

Don’t you just wanna wake up. Dark as a lake, smelling like a bonfire. Lost in a haze

Teenage Dream - Katy Perry

Let's go all the way tonight. No regrets, just love. We can dance until we die. You and I, we'll be young forever

So High School - Taylor Swift

I'm watchin' American Pie with you on a Saturday night. Your friends are around, so be quiet, I'm tryin' to stifle my sighs

[papaya-twinks]

the end - l.n

Warnings: DEATH (Lando dies), suicide mentions, sad Lando, angst

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader

Summary: Based off my life (some of it) 👍

“I can’t do this anymore, Alex,” you said simply as she clicked her tongue sympathetically. “Y/N, girl,” Lily said, making you look at her, “don’t be ridiculous,”. You raised an eyebrow, you thought you were being perfectly reasonable at the moment. “She’s right, Y/N. It’s so fucking obvious how much he likes you,” Carmen added, making Lily look up. “Some harsh phrasing from Carmen, but look. Ask Oscar if you want, Lando  never shuts about you,” she said, opening her phone. You were sure he never even mentioned you. 

Besides, Lando, he was so different to you. Like…red to blue. Or cats to dogs. Or the sun to the moon. Like an early bird to a night owl. 

‘It can’t be said I’m an early bird, it’s 10 o’clock before I say a word’

“Hey, Lils, what’s up?” Oscar’s Aussie accent came through the phone as she handed it to you. “Hey Y/N,” he said, slightly confused, he was busy in his room, sorting things out. “Can you tell Y/N about Lando?” she said, pointedly emphasising your name. “Oh jeez,” he laughed, “that dude never shuts about you,”. You still didn’t believe him. There was no way Lando Norris - multimillionaire, someone who thousands of girls had a crush on - wanted anything to do with you. Sighing, you ended the call. Did Lando even realise what he did to you? How could he sleep at night knowing the torture he put you through?

‘Baby I can never tell, how do you sleep so well?’

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, making you look up. Lily opened the door, revealing Lando, his cheeks red and panting, as if he had run here. Probably did. “Oh, hi,” he said awkwardly looking at Alex’s girlfriend. “Is Y/N here?” he asked, making your eyes go wide. “Say no,” you hissed, just enough for him not to hear. “Yes, she is,” she ignored you, opening the door wide so he could see you. Oh Lando. You’d do anything to be with this man for the rest of eternity. But life wasn’t like that. But you were being too cautious with this. 

‘I know nobody wants to live forever baby. You treat your life as if it’s heaven’s gaze’

Gulping, you waved silently to him as he nodded once. “I-Can I speak to you?” he asked, voice raised an octave higher with nervousness. You nodded slowly, standing up reluctantly and following the Brit out the room. Your didn’t want to send the wrong message, you mort definitely liked Lando, absolutely. He was amazing in so many ways. Like, don’t get the wrong idea. He was…gorgeous, and nice, and talented and funny and everything you wanted. No, needed. 

‘Don’t get me wrong, you know you’re bright and the morning, soft as the rain. Pretty as a vine, soft as a grape’

He smelled amazing. So fresh and a scent that you’d often smelled on him. It was wonderful to be around. You loved being around him. And you wish he felt the same, not knowing that he did. 

‘Don’t you wanna wake, dark as a lake, smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze’

But he wasn’t the one for you. All these thoughts flooded your head as you followed him out Alex’s driver room, down the paddock as he said not a word, cheeks flushed red. You didn’t attempt a conversation, too caught up in your thoughts. You wanted him so much, but you just…couldn’t have him. Forbidden.

‘You can sit in a barrel, maybe I’ll wait’

“Y/N, I need you to know this,” he stopped, shutting the door of his room as you gulped. “I love you so much, and I can’t just hide it anymore, please, just tell me, do you feel the same?” he asked. You didn’t say anything , letting him take your hand as he sat on the edge of his bed, leading you in front of him. He released your hand as you looked down, not making eye contact. “Y/N,” he said again, regaining your attention. Bringing your face down, you brought your lips to his, except you didn’t. You stopped mere inches away from him, the words coming out your mouth as you blinked back the tears. 

‘I think I’ll take my whiskey neat. My coffee black and my bed at three. You’re too sweet for me’

His eyes shot open, lips parting slightly in shock as his brow furrowed, confused at your reaction. “W-what?” he asked, worried he’d misheard. “Come again,” he said, eyes wide as he looked from your lips and met your eyes. “You’re too sweet for me,” you repeated, stepping back. “Y/N…” his voice trailed off, he sounded pathetic, watching you walk away. 

That night in Vegas, Lando crashed. His thoughts were rushing from the afternoon. He didn’t see the turn of the corner. He went straight in at 200mph. That night in Vegas, Lando did not step out the car and smile at you in parc fermé. That night in Vegas, Lando did not kiss your cheek and call you his good luck charm after the race. That night in Vegas, Lando did not finish the race. That night in Vegas was Lando Norris’ last night. Ever.  

A/N - today’s a very sad day for me so I’ve rewritten one of my experiences with someone I loved and put Lando instead of him. First dark fic of mine ig 👍

[the-golden-witch-of-wanderers]

Don’t you just wanna wake up Dark as a lake Smelling like a bonfire Lost in a haze If you’re drunk on life, babe I think it’s great But while in this world I think

I’ll take my whiskey neat My coffee black and my bed at three You’re too sweet for me You’re too sweet for me

- Too Sweet by Hozier

[parttime-creative]

Marrying a princess

A little story about Xiadia, her brothers and her scar.

Trigger warning: major character death, 

WC: 2445

“...and then the dragon swooped down and grabbed the princess. She was never seen again!” Iyanvuron imitated the massive dragonwings with his hands and made swooshing sounds with his mouth. His little brother looked at him with big puppy eyes. 

“What happened to the princess?” Adresh asked worried. “Someone has to save her!”

“I will save the princess!” The little girl next to the two boys exclaimed excitedly. She climbed clumsily onto her big brother lab and stood there proud with her tiny hands on her hips. “ Imma slay the dragon an’ save the princess!” She waggled a little stick like a sword in front of her brothers “And then- and then” she excitedly searched for words “and then imma marry her!” Iyanvuron laughed and took his little sister in his arms. “You’re not gonna marry anyone, little bird, you’re four!”, he teased and tickled the little girl. Xiadia shrieked and struggled to free herself from his grip.

“Noooohohoho, Imma marry a princess!” she yelped in between fits of laughter. Finally she managed to escape his fingers and hid behind Adresh. She stuck out her tongue and Iyanvuron chuckled. He loved the enthusiasm of his youngest sibling. Xiadia was only four but already had the heart of a true warrior. He couldn’t wait to watch his little sister become the woman he already saw in her.

“Now, now, you two. It’s time for bed. Father is waiting for me!”, he said in a soft voice and pulled out a deer hide. Adresh already snuggled into his furs, but Xiadia was way to awake to rest now. “Nooo! I don’t want to sleep! I want to come with you and father! I want to watch your hunt!”, she lamented while a big yawn betrayed her. “I wanna go with you, I wanna be your Fladvrathakay! Please Iyan…” She hugged his forearm with fierce determination to never let him go without her. “Oh Xia…”, her brother chuckled, and stroked her little puffy cheeks. “You gotta have your horns to be a Fladvrathakay.”, he teased and ruffled her midnight locks.

“They are already showing! Look! Look!” Excitedly Xiadia pulled back her messy bangs, revealing tiny little bumps under the skin of her forehead, that shimmered greenish. “You sure, you didn’t just fall face first in a Thruski dumb and didn’t wash yourself properly?” Outraged the little girl searched for words and finally decided to pout instead. She crossed her tiny arms and let herself plopp into the furs. “You’re mean…”, she mumbled.

“And you need to sleep. I am going to tell you how it went, first thing in the morning. I promise, okay?”, he whispered, pressing little kisses to the  foreheads of his little siblings.

“...okay, but don’t forget me...”, Xiadia reluctantly agreed, before another big yawn escaped her. She snuggled closer to Adresh. Even before Iyanvuron had left the tent, she was fast asleep.

~*~

Something warm tickled her cheek and woke Xiadia up. The warm thing now got wet, as a big Thruski tongue began furiously licking her face. She giggled as she pushed Nessas head off her. “I am not dirty, Nessa!”, she exclaimed. Yawning while sitting up, Xiadia wondered who allowed Nessa in the tent that she shared with her brothers. The Thruskis usually stayed near the camp in the forest and never really stayed with her people in tents. But Nessa was only a few months old, and her clumsy body could still fit through the opening. 

“What are you doing here?”, she asked the animal, as if it could answer her. Nessa just bleated. Only now Xaidia saw the fear in her companions eyes. Only now she noticed the smell of smoke. Only now she heard the sound of metal blades meeting each other infront of her tent. Immediately every little bit of sleep that had been left in her body, was gone. Hastily she scrambled over to the still sleeping Adresh and shook him awake.

“Wake up! Adresh, Wake up! They’re fighting!” She shrieked. Adresh jolted upright. His eyes still full of slumber. 

“W-wha-.. who...Where…” “Outside! They are fighting! What should we do? Iyan is not here!.” 

Slowly reality broke through to her older brother and he blinked a few times before fear crept onto his face. He crawled over to the opening and slowly pushed the fabric aside. He froze, as his little sister followed him. Both siblings gasped in unison. What they saw was something right out of one of their brothers' stories.

“A dragon…”, Xiadia whispered in awe.

“Orks …”, Adresh gasped in fear.

The qerisari camp was chaos. Tents were trampel down. Bonfires had escaped their pits and people ran in utter panic into the forest. High above the lake they had chosen to stay at hovered the head of an enormous snake. Boiling water dripped from its mouth where a single warrior struggled to keep the razor sharp teeth apart, to delay his inevitable death. Unable to peel her eyes a way Xiadia watched with growing fear as the warrior lost his last fight. Water mixed with dark blood splattered onto the ground and extinguished one of the escaped bonfires. 

Xiadia screeched as boiling blood droplets sprinkled on her face. Adresh quickly covered her mouth with his hand. 

“We need to be quiet, Xia!”, he hissed, his voice shaking as much as her own. 

“Listen. You gotta listen to me, Xia, okay?”, She slowly nodded. “We’re gonna leave this tent. You’re going to take Nessa and then you two run into the forest. Don’t look back! Try to find, Mom or the others! But whatever you do! Don’t. Look. Back. Do you understand?”

His sister slowly nodded, tears streaming down her face. Adresh smiled weakly and nod as well. “Good.” He ruffled her hair, just like Iyanvuron did before. The familiar notion of her brothers calmed Xiadia and she swallowed the remaining tears. The expression on Adreshs face reminded her so much of her eldest brother, despide Adresh only being a few years older than her. He seemed so old now. But then again, he had already started his warrior training. Not like her. She loved watching her brothers train together. The grace and skill of Iyanvuron, who always went easy on his little brother. Adresh, with his long limbs, clumsily trying to keep up with him, his idle. Xiadia loved her brothers. She loved them so so much. She sniffed one last time and hugged Adresh very very tightly, how only a four year old could hug her big brother. Then she grabbed a bit of Nessas mane and then crawled together with her Trhuski out of the tent. She did not look back. Just as her brother told her. As soon as Nessa could stand, Xiadia climbed onto her back. Thruski colts were clumsy and stiff, but fast. They could easily keep up with the rest of the herd, dashing through thick forest, so Nessa had no problem navigating through the collapsed camp.

There! Xiadia could already see the forest! They almost made it! A sigh of relief escaped her lips, when something grabbed her little ponytail and yanked her off Nessas back. Xiadia yelped. Nessa bleated.

“Where’re you think you goin’?”, the ork spat with his race's thick accent. 

“Lemme go! Imma kill you!”, Xiadia shrieked while struggling against the orks gripp. Her eyes teared up, while her hole weight hang on her ponytail. The ork laughed. 

“A feisty one, aren’tcha?”, he asked amused and pushed the knob of his crude sword into her stomach. 

“I am the daughter of Dotheran Gyaadan Vuldran val Dynastrie and Kershda Uldran Bathera val Dynastrie! I demand you to let me go!”, Xiadia exclaimed and spat into the orks  face. “You’re Kershdas kid? I can see that.” He grunted angrily. “Too bad for ya, I ain’t letcha go!” His face formed a horrible smile showing his oversized fangs and he raised his lumpen sword. The spite in Xiadias face made room for unadulterated fear. This ork was going to kill her. Just because he could. Frozen from fear, she couldn’t even blick, as the ork tossed her to the ground. She knew she had to run. She knew this was her only chance. With all her will, she forced her limbs to move. whimpering she crawled backwards. Not letting the sword out of her sight.

Her head hit a fallen tree trunk, on which her people had sung and laughed just a night before. No One sang now, as the horrible sword shot down and pierced her stomach. Xiadia couldn’t scream. She couldn’t even cry. She felt no pain. Just the blades deafening cold. She stared at the greenish metal. Just like qerisari steel she though, as she felt her clothes wettening.  Shit, I’ve peed my pants. Iyanvuron will make fun of me. I am four, I shouldn’t wet my pants anymore! She looked away. She didn’t want to see this orks face anymore. She looked to the forest. So close. Yet so far. A hint of flaming red hair peaked through the trees. “M-mom?”

She felt the cold seeping through her body. The ork smirked down at her, when a disgusting smack pierced the unnatural silence in Xiadias ears, as he turned his blade around ninety degrees. The pain shot through her like lighting. She wanted to scream, but no sound left her mouth. Instead someone else screamed.

“XIAAAAAAAAA!!!!”

Iyanvuron broke through a tent, Adresh in his arms, who was holding a red cloth to his right elbow. Iyan rammed his shoulder into the orks' back. The ork stumbled, pulling his sword out of Xiadia. He grunted indigent and bare his teeth. Iyan did the same, putting Adresh to the ground, who immediately crawled over to Xiadia. Shocked, he stared down at her, before his instinct obviously kicked in. He took the red cloth from his arm, or what had been his arm, and pressed it against Xiadias stomach. 

“Xia, look at me! Look AT ME! Stay awake, okay? I need you to stay awake! I don’t think he got anything important, but I need you to stay with me, okay?” 

His voice was so serious, so full of panic and worry, that Xiadia didn’t even think about disobeying him. She wanted to ruffle his hair. Just as her brothers always did. 

She felt him pressing down on her stomach even harder. 

“W-whats with your arm?”, she asked weakly. Her vision was getting blurry. 

“Just a scratch.” mumbled.

“Where’s Iyan?” she asked again.

That made Adresh lookup. Where was their brother? Still pressing the cloth on Xias stomach and his own stump into his clothes, he turned his head, to see their brother wrestling with the ork. 

“She is a CHILD! HOW COULD YOU! HOW COULD YOU!” Iyanvuron roared over and over again. “THEY ARE CHILDREN! HOW COULD YOU?!”

The ork had an obvious struggle to deal with the enraged qerisari. He might be bigger and older, but Iyanvuron was fast, driven by fury, hurt and utter disbelief. However he was also unarmed. Struggling to keep the ork at bay and away from his siblings, he pushed with his bare hand against the orks blade. Only his gloves giving him the bare minimum of protection. Finally he managed to push the orks blade out of his grip and wrestled him to the ground. Only then he met his little brother's eyes. What was he still doing here?

“RUN!” was all he could manage to call out, before the ork took his moment of distraction to push Iyanvuron off him. It was, however, enough to break Adresh numbness and made him move. He flung his little sister over his shoulder, and stumbled onto his feet. His arm hurt so bad, he could hear his blood pulsing in his ears. But he had to protect his sister. He had to make sure she was okay. He had to bring her to safety. And so he ran. Tears streaming down his face. Just as his older brother had carried him out of the camp, he now carried his sister into the forest. He did not look back.

Xiadia, however, did look back. Xiadia did see how her eldest brother lost the fight against the stronger ork. Xiadia did see how another one came out of the burning camp. She did see how the second ork pushed his blade right through her brother's back. She watched in horror as it emerged from his chest. The look in his face, forever burned into her mind, when he found her eyes. The smile and the silent words on his lips.

“Marry your princess, little bird.”

~*~

Xiadia stood in front of the mirror, watching her reflection. Her bare torso, glistened in the morning sun shining through the high windows. Drops of water that remained from her morning bathe rand down her shoulders. Dropped from the end of her hairs. Gathered in the curve of her navel. Next to it just above her hip bone was a scar slowly fading away over the years. She ran her fingers over the discolored skin and a long forgotten sorrow weighten her heart. The last memory of her brother creeping in her mind. But this time she let it come. This time, she let it take over her heart. She closed her eyes, revisiting the last moments she had with her brother. Even though she was so young, she still remembered that evening. She still remembered the story he had told her. She still remembered his smile that lightened up his whole face. The warmth in his eyes. How he teased her about her horns. She chuckled and looked again at her reflection.

“They’re not so small anymore, are they?”, she whispered into the empty room.

“Xiadia! Who are you talking to?” Thearis voice came from the other side of the door. She sounded impatient. Xiadia chuckled.

“No one, Ris.”

“Thought so. Hurry up! Fiona is already struggling to keep Tiny and Fhey from eating the buffet on their own! We shouldn’t wait any longer!”

With that Xiadia heart her running down the corridor and a warm smile appeared on her lips, as she looked over the shoulder over her reflection. She imagined a warm hand on her shoulder. Her mind projected the picture of an elegant, young qerisari behind her. A single tear rolled down her face as she placed her own hand on his, resting on her shoulder. 

“Thank you.” She whispered “Thank you for always being with me”

She wiped away the tears and finally finished dressing. 

She knew, somehow, somewhere her brother was watching his little bird marrying her princess today.

The End

[softpink]

A Year in Spotify: March 2018

March is the worst month of the goddamn year. It’s just a vacuum of grief and loss and hurting. I miss Mike so much, and I’m making progress in coming to terms with it, but holy fucking shit I wish he hadn’t died. That’s all I have to say about this month, I’m happy for it to be over.

50. Store - Carly Rae Jepsen I can't play pretend, wish it hadn't come to this But you know there's some things you can't mend

49. Can’t Hold Us Down - Christina Aguilera Making up a few false rumors or two That for sure is not a man for me, slandering names for popularity It's sad you only get your fame through controversy But now it's time for me to come and give you more to say

48. The City - 1975 Don 't call it a fight when you know it 's a war With nothing but your t-shirt on

47. Discovering the Waterfront - Silverstein Pretend it’s not forever I'll pull myself together, I'll say that I'll forget her, I'll breathe And I'll say she never hurt me, and look at it as learning And laugh about the good and the bad 

46. Getaway Car - Taylor Swift Well he was running after us, I was screaming, "go, go, go" But with three of us, honey, it's a side show And a circus ain't a love story, and now we’re both sorry

45. Fight Test - The Flaming Lips Cause I'm a man not a boy and there are things you can't avoid, You have to face them when you're not prepared to face them

44. Sober - Lorde Midnight, we’re fading Till daylight, we’re jaded We know that it’s over In the morning, you'll be dancing with all the heartache

43. Double Cross - Senses Fail All my pictures have faded over time I burnt the negatives of you

42. Sleeping With a Friend - Neon Trees All my friends stay up past midnight Looking for the thing to fill the void I don't go out much like I used to Something about the strangers and the noise

41. A Song For Ernest Hemingway - The Wonder Years And I heard all about how his plane went down after Christmas in the Congo He read about his own death in the paper, I bet it was freeing to know When you destroy anything worth chasing, there's nowhere left to go

40. A Change of Heart - The 1975 And she said, I've been so worried about you lately You look shit and smell a bit You're mad thinking you could ever save me Not looking like that

39. Hum Hallelujah - Fall Out Boy I love you in the same way there's a chapel in a hospital One foot in your bedroom, and one foot out the door

38. First Letter From St. Sean (Rearranged) - Sorority Noise I am not alive, I didn't mean to leave you when I died I was too scared you might be the one to leave There's so much more to life than the flick of a knife

37. So It Goes... - Taylor Swift Cut me into pieces Gold cage, hostage to my feelings

36. Truffle Butter - Nicki Minaj Your whole style and approach, I invented And I ain't taking that back, cause I meant it

35. I Don’t Fuck With You - Big Sean I swear I hear some new bullshit every day I'm waking up It seems like nowadays everybody breaking up That shit can break you down if you lose a good girl I guess you need a bad bitch to come around and make it up

34. Dress - Taylor Swift I'm spilling wine in the bathtub, you kiss my face and we're both drunk Everyone thinks that they know us, but they know nothing about us

33. Me vs The Highway - The Wonder Years I remember me at eighteen, naked in your parents' basement Young and careless, watching you blow smoke rings And I remember me at eighteen You sat stoic in front me, a portrait of who we'd someday be

32. The Waterboy Returns - Modern Baseball It’s fun to be all talk, but I won't be here forever Rough time to be a lost soul, I'm sure, but we feel the same Death won't bring friends and flowers to your grave

31. You’re Crashing But You’re No Wave - Fall Out Boy Case open, case shut But you could pay to close it like a casket

30. State of Grace - Taylor Swift We are alone, just you and me Up in your room and our slates are clean Just twin fire signs, four blue eyes

29. Writer in the Dark - Lorde Stood on my chest and kept me down Hated hearing my name on the lips of a crowd Did my best to exist just for you

28. I’m Serious I’m Sorry - Jeff Rosenstock I wanted to tell you I know how it feels when The people you love just start disappearing Ashamed that you took their presence for granted But I didn’t want to seem condescending

27. Bonfire - Childish Gambino They told me I was awful man, that shit did not phase me Tell me how I suck again, my memory is hazy

26. She Way Out - The 1975 With a face from a movie scene Or magazine, you know what I mean

25. Don’t Take The Money - Bleachers And I saw your face and hands, colored in sun and then I think I understand

24. The “I” in Lie - Patrick Stump It might’ve felt good for a minute But admit it to yourself it ain’t right When you’re sleeping with your lover But you’re living with your wife

23. Flicker, Fade - Taking Back Sunday So you can go, go, go, if you want to I wouldn't try and stop you I couldn't say I blame you

22. Loverboy - You Me At Six Your past has you in a choke hold But you deserve it from what I've been told

21. A Little Uncanny - Conor Oberst You know old Ronnie Reagan, he was a shoe salesman's son He got himself in the movies, he impressed everyone He fought trial by fire, was America's fate He made a joke of the poor people, and that made him a saint

20. Like a River Runs - Bleachers The summer's gone and I'm alone And I get the feeling that you're somewhere close And I wanna get up, to the rhythm of your wild, to the rhythm of your wild heart It beats, been beating since you've gone

19. Something - Julien Baker I just let the silence swallow me up The ring in my ears, the taste of blood Asking aloud why you're leaving But the pavement won't answer me

18. Blacktop - Julien Baker But I know you're in the pews, the same as stools around the bar And I know I saw your hand when I went out and wrapped my car

17. Treacherous - Taylor Swift And I'll do anything you say, if you say it with your hands And I'd be smart to walk away, but you're quicksand

16. The Way - Ariana Grande You got my heart, don’t know how you did it And I don’t care who sees it babe I don’t wanna hide the way I feel when you're next to me

15. Hard Feelings/Loveless - Lorde When you've outgrown a lover, the whole world knows but you It's time to let go of this endless summer afternoon

14. Cry - Carly Rae Jepsen He never wants to strip down to his feelings He never wants to kiss and close his eyes

13. Jacksonville Skyline - Whiskeytown I was born in an abundance of inherited sadness And fifty cent picture frames bought at a five and dime

12. Go Home - Julien Baker And I haven't been taking my meds Lock all the cabinets, send me to bed Cause I know you're still worried I'm gonna get scared Cause I'm alone again and I don't like the things I see

11. Reckless - You Me At Six Your loose lips let, let words slide You spend too much time talking about my life Stories you will spin just for a power trip It's safe to say that I am not into it

10. All I Need - Radiohead You are all I need I'm in the middle of your picture Lying in the reeds

9. Cutting My Fingers Off - Turnover I never wanted to make you go You might be a stranger now But I just wanted to let you know that I meant what I said

8. Rich as Fuck - Lil Wayne (Will rapping this entire goddamn song on the drive the DC is forever burned into my memory)

7. No Halo (Rearranged) - Sorority Noise The same things that plague you still plaguing me God called you to fulfill a vacancy I tried to see why it wasn't me

6. Sex - The 1975 You and your fit friends anyway I'd take them all out any day They've all got back combs anyway You've all got boyfriends anyway

5. Wild Pack of Family Dogs - Modest Mouse And I’m sitting outside my mud lake, waiting for the pack to take me away And right after I die the dogs start floating up towards the glowing sky

4. Green Light - Lorde But honey I'll be seeing you, wherever I go But honey I'll be seeing you down every road I'm waiting for it, that green light, I want it

3. Everybody Lost Somebody - Bleachers And there's a reason I wake up alone in strange places A reason I see myself in a million faces A reason I can't stop it all from changing So come on, motherfucker, you survived, you gotta give yourself a break

2. Supercut - Lorde In my head, I do everything right When you call, I'll forgive and not fight Because ours are the moments I play in the dark We were wild and fluorescent, come home to my heart

1. Drummer Boy - MisterWives Never want to wake up next to anybody else Never in my life did I want to hear the wedding bells You make me believe in something I claimed untrue Set my fears on fire, like a phoenix I am new With you, I am new every scar fades away, less existent with each day they fade away