#sadness is rebellion

[mightvebeenneverwasforgotten]

[lena-disorders]

[murcielagamuerta]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LARISSA ICEGLASS <33 I forgot to post this yesterday :( i'm sorry :(

[esenians]

[sadiegurl]

[mikopol]

"(...) Auslöschung und Vernichtung"

Lebanon Hanover, "Garden Gnome" (album "Sci Fi Sky", 2020)

[sofiaisanalien]

"You say nostalgia is negation

It can’t go on like that, it will all end

Contentment to be in nature

And kindness is still so hard to find

Sadness is rebellion

And self hate only respect

There is waves, waves of resistance

Somewhere out there

But there’s not enough of them

Those graves are such a temptation

If we don’t press rewind, it will all end

You say popular music is contamination

It won’t stop if the public is too blind

Sensitivity almost a sensation

In a world of cruel and simple minds

May teardrops be our revolution

In confusion, we will connect

There is waves, waves of resistance

I can feel them but I never hear of them

There is waves, waves of resistance

The critical minds there is

Not enough of them"

-"Sadness is rebellion"

By Lebanon Hanover

Those are truly the most beautiful lyrics I've ever read in my life. I always think about those words. I wish more people can listen to this song and understand it very well.

Lebanon Hanover are truly amazing.

[depressedromanticism]

Regret is all that stays at the end. Being haunted by the memories of you is not something that I asked for .

What a waste of us. What a waste of love .

[iatemyorgans]

[cynder441]

Esther White.

[p2pecleanerwitheyes]

Im currently so obsessed with lebanon hanover it’s unhealthy.

[hxllo-hui]

My tragic lovelies… just them 💔

[esenians]

[ana-cantskywalker]

Having BIG™ feelings about how most of the Jedi that survived Order 66 were literal children.

Children whose brothers turned on them, and whose parental figures were ripped from them for reasons that they would never understand. Children who didn't know how to live in a galaxy who accepted them, much less one that didn't. Children who had to shed the identity they'd had longer than they could remember just to survive. Children who watched as their people were labeled terrorists and the things they held sacred were desecrated to the purpose of hurting the people they were made to protect.

Children who had to pick up the (often literal) sword of those who'd come before them to protect innocents and hold onto what scraps of their culture that were left. That, to their limited knowledge, believed themselves to be the very last of their kind. Children who bore the weight of bringing justice to the deaths of thousands of their kin, not through revenge, but through the restoration of peace. Who in the fight towards peace, had to once again become weapons instead of peacemakers.

Of them training padawans when they were technically still padawans themselves. Who had to teach what broken pieces of their culture that they could still remember, because they were still learners when they stopped learning. Who taught in the middle of surviving in a galaxy that was out to get them on all sides. Whose padawans never got the chance to go to Ilum, or see the Temple on Coruscant, or bond with other padawans, or any other experience that should've been theirs by birthright.

If I think about it for too long my brain stops working and I cry.