#halsey is an angel

[esqueletosgays]

MAXXXINE (2024)

Director: Ti West Cinematography: Eliot Rockett

[ransiquack]

having real fun with my art

go me!

(i will always love you chemical burns herbert and dan…)

[nemesyaaa]

SHE'S MEAN AND SHE'S MINE (halsey u were so real for that)

BUT SHE'S SWEET LIKE HONEY

[aichabouchareb]

“Hisham Awartani is a Palestinian American junior at Brown University, described as a math genius. He was shot by a white man yesterday in Vermont along with his friends Kinnan Abdalhamid and Tahseen Ahmed. The 3 students were wearing kuffiyehs. There are fears Hisham may not walk”

[lalaartistry]

Sick

I was so busy trying to take Away your sickness that I didn’t realize How sick I was becoming, Until I ended up in this Medicated state

A Poem By- Helen Lorane

[rxkittie]

[totally-correct-halo-tv-series]

Corporal Perez: *gently taps table*

John: *taps back*

Riz: What are they doing?

Kai: Morse code.

Perez: *aggressively taps table*

John: *slaps hand down*

Perez: *slams both hands down*

John: *taps lightly*

Perez: *flips table and points at him* yOU TAKE THAT BACK

[angel-lovr]

i have to look like the cutest girl on campus

[hlseydaily]

October 21, 2023 | Halsey and Avan Jogia at Los Angeles Fashion Week!

[the4one4]

summer feeling ˚જ⁀➴

[thegirldownthehall]

In a moment where many of my relationships with people who've been in my life as long as I've been listening to her music feel like they're dissolving into empty shells kept together by nothing but the glitter glue of nostalgia and good memories, my connection with Halsey's art is one of my biggest comforts. Even though so much has changed in the near decade since I first listened to Room 93 when I was 13 and despite never having spoken to her, their words continue to make me feel heard even when my own voice feels like nothing but a whisper lost in endless shouting.

[notawomanagod]

lucky is a bop but the lyrics are so sad bb :(

[bubblegum-hurricane]

You know an album/EP is amazing if it was released from 2014-2016.

[lalaartistry]

Tomb

I’ve shuffled through my head in search of our dead memories Many times. As I stand at this tomb Lighting my last cigarette filling already dead lungs with smoke,  exhaling The blistering pieces of your words, residue sticks on the enamel, Stuck between my teeth, Spreading your poison the taste rests on my tongue killing me, Just like the promises I broke Just to keep you Next to me,  to be met With deafening dread.

A Poem By - Helen Lorane

[im-noteven-mad]

he hit me and it felt like a kiss