#place in me lyrics

[visceral--feeling]

Salomé - Paul Antoine de La Boulaye // Place In Me - Luke Hemmings

[tsunosagun]

i flew too high, please catch my fall

[jomeimei421]

Felt a bit nostalgic watching RT shut down…Here are the og faves again for old times sake 💙

[octibee]

violence made me gentle at last

[lucabyte]

i burned the bridges thoroughly but still everyone's trusting me again and i should be relieved but it happened so suddenly (and i know in my heart i haven't earned this, but everyone acts like my concern isn't a problem like nothing is wrong with my very involvement)

but i know how the song ends (x)

[goodlouse]

btw i was at a convention today and we asked a stall to turn down their music and they switched their playlist from kpop to this

[shorthaltsjester]

the mighty nein - critical role

this is a place where i don't feel alone. this is a place where i feel at home.

[starheirxero]

Lumini angst? Anyone want some lumini angst? (Lyrics are from "Paper Doll" by Flower Face)

[tubbytarchia]

Somewhere in the woods, a moth tires of seeking light

[cecoeur]

it's hell on earth to be heavenly them's the breaks, they don't come gently

[andichoseyou]

I love everyone who’s inspired me to write a song, whether you know if or not. I love anyone who has ever turned the volume up when my song comes on the radio, anyone who has bought this album. Anyone who can sing along to my songs when I play them live. Anyone who’s ever requested my song on the radio, or even remembered my name. If you ever see me in public, I want to meet you. I will thank you myself. You have let me into your life, and I will never be able to thank you enough for that. I love YOU, and I love God for putting you in my life.

Taylor Swift (October 24, 2006)

[visceral--feeling]

The Love of Souls - Jean Delville // Place In Me - Luke Hemmings

[caemidraws]

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[totheidiot]

i feel like this is such a low hanging concept that i am certain that this has been done before but... lawlight time loop but with a tiny spin. the particular day that is being time looped is, of course, november 5. the original day starts of as normal, light (it's light's pov) wakes up the happiest man alive because he knows that today, he will kill L. without a doubt, he'll die. L goes to visit watari, rain scene, feet scene, the stuff that happened in the episode happens. L dies in light's arms and light couldn't be any happier. he takes rem's death note and makes a good show of his grief, once the day is done, he goes to his bedroom to sleep.

except. when he reaches his bedroom, he finds L there. L is on his bed, typing away in his laptop. light is most obviously confused and kind of frightened, because he just killed the guy today. but when light closes his eyes and opens them again, L is not there anymore. it was like he was never there at all. now, light doesn't understand this at all. maybe it's just a hallucination. whatever. he is tired, it's been a long day. he goes to bed and has a good night's sleep.

the first time loop day starts of as normal, light (it's light's pov) wakes up the happiest man alive because he knows that today, he will kill L. without a doubt, he'll die. L goes — wait. L is already dead, isn't he? why is he thinking about killing L? oh and, why is this day so familiar? light is sure he's lived this day already... whatever. L goes to visit watari, rain scene, feet scene, the stuff that happened in the episode happens. L dies in light's arms and light couldn't be any happier. he takes rem's death note and makes a good show of his – yeah. light has most definitely lived this day before.

and then the spin comes in, even though the entire day had been the exact same as the previous one, no change at all, there is actually one subtle change that light noticed has changed: when light hallucinates L in his bed in the day he died, the scene is always different. in the original day, he watched L type away in his laptop, the 1st time loop night he watches L on his bed eating sweets. each night, despite the fact that he is relieving the same day all of the time, what the hallucination of L is always always changes.

so time loop continues. light wakes up on november 5 everyday, feeling like the happiest man alive. it goes on.

now, i have half an idea of how the time loop ends and light has to do one thing: during the rain scene, he needs to tell the truth. that is all that he needs to do, he needs to tell the truth. it's not even that he needs to not kill L, because L is allowed to die, that wouldn't matter. tell the truth, that's it. and light kind of knows that that is how he can stop the time loop and move on. but the thing is. he can't. during the rain scene, no matter how many of the same days he has spent, he can't let himself be honest. just as it is inevitable that he wakes up in november 5 as the happiest man alive, just as it is inevitable that L will die, it is inevitable that he does not tell the truth. whatever the truth is.

and i would imagine that the fic would end in a very ambiguous sort of way where we don't really know if light ever decides to be honest. for all we know, he could still not be able to do it, he could be stuck in the same day of november 5, seeing L die the same way forever and ever, seeing a different hallucination of L each day. just because he can't tell the truth.

[ghostdaughterr]

“a place where no one has died”

lyric breakdown

“so, it’s just me and this tap water all full of lead

and we circle the drain ‘til i go back to bed”

— LA tap water is gross and so am i

“it’s just you in the morning, you’re all that i want

and you’re so far away, i hope the bombs don’t go off”

— homesickness, a feeling of an impending doom/violent end

“and this world is bad theater, the 3rd act is on

and it’s falling apart ‘til the curtain draws

there’s a light i can’t see but it shines on the stage

and i’m sewn to my seat like i’m part of the play”

— it’s all falling apart and i am powerless to stop it. there is an illusion i cannot quite see through. maybe this illusion is life itself.

“is it true? what you told me an autumn ago

empty words in the darkness from mouths full of smoke”

— not even the ones you love are outside the illusion

“it’s just me and this medicine no one prescribed

it gets caught in my throat and i choke and i cry”

— neither are the drugs. numbing yourself stops working eventually.

“it’s just you in the mirror always judging me

take my eyes and my tongue, i forgot how to speak”

— self-hatred, self-denial, trying to not give up

“it’s okay, give it time, it’ll all be alright

there’s a girl in the shower, she’s singing and alive

there’s a dog in the graveyard so patient and sad

there’s this place we can go where it won’t be so bad”

— reveling in the ecstasy of a life drenched in grief, the girl singing in my shower is a recurring hallucination, and idk if it’s me or the dog that’s in the graveyard waiting

“there’s fresh air and clean clothes and silence you can stand

your grandmother’s in the kitchen with flour on her hands”

— the most beautiful place i can imagine

“and police don’t exist there, you won’t have to hide

and police don’t exist there, and no one has died”

— acab and also “song for a chicken named jenny” by pat the bunny means a lot to me and there’s a line where he says ‘here in your arms my darling police don’t exist’

“and we never tried the hard stuff and no one has died

and our bodies worked perfect and no one has died

and nobody owns nothing and no one has died

and no one has died and no one has died”

— would’ve could’ve should’ve-ing my way into heaven

“it’s just me in this bedroom rewriting cliches

cutting open my sickness every fucking day

and it all tastes like ashes and blood in my throat

there’s a man with a gun in my childhood home”

— retreating into solitude trying to make sense of it, the violent machinery of my mind and the loneliness of this life. then being robbed of even the safety that should exist in your own mind or in your childhood bedroom.

“and you’re tied to the radiator, burns on your wrist

nothing bad happens here since my mother got sick”

— the death of innocence. the marks left by cruelty.

“and the walls are asbestos and no one has died

and the water’s still poison but no one has died

and the kids all have cancer but no one has died

and my body’s a target but no one has died”

— old houses i grew up in, LA tap water + dirty water in my hometown after Hurricane Helene, cancer being everywhere in my life and my family, existing as a trans person in america but particularly in the south

“and no one has died” x12

— obviously we have all died. everyone i loved. everyone. this is a prayer. a desperate and ultimately futile prayer.

[artuurle]

"I have hands for building altars Lips to pray to reckless gods Yeah, I was made to be a devotee " " Won't someone teach me to love without it swallowing me whole, If to be loved is to be changed, I'm only worsenin' " you can see where i gave up on this but WHATEVAH. i usually work in doodles and sketches for a reason lol.