#the songs about it all falling apart

[bearsintreesofficial]

ooOOooOOOOoo you wanna use bears in trees songs in your edits so bad!! ooOOoOOOo you know the Perfect song for that moment!!! ooOOooOOooo you can picture it in your head right now!!!!!

[copia]

THIRTY-ONE DAYS OF GHOST ⛧ DAY ONE

first song you heard — Mary On A Cross

September 1969; Papa Nihil and the beginning of the Ghost Project take to the stage at the Whiskey a Go Go club in Los Angeles, under the watchful eye of Sister Imperator. Fifty-three years later, in Tampa, Florida, Papa Emeritus the Fourth performs Mary On A Cross, unaware that he is singing the story of his parents—and that of himself.

[anghraine]

Politics vent, though not about specific politicians:

It is wild to have conversations about White Poverty in the US and the desperate straits in which conservative white bigots allegedly live with left-wing white people who have never ever been poor. It seems like they just can't process that creative/literary people like J and I could conceivably have grown up in actual for real poverty and ... idk, it feels very patronizing (and frustrating) at times.

[edge-oftheworld]

'shallow hearts for shallow minds that ache to be alive' the chokehold you have on me

[anxsity]

okay well first of all ill never soften my grip dont want cash dont want card want it fast want it hard dont need money dont need fame i just want to make a change

i just wanna change

i just wanna change

i just wanna change

i just wanna change

i just wanna change

i know exactly what i want

and who i want to be

[madbard]

Listening to ‘Like Real People Do’ and thinking about reality. The desperation to exist, and to know that you exist, and to be something apart from the gaping nothingness. To be alive. To be alive, and not alone.

We can measure our existence in others’ perceptions of us – they can see us, touch us, speak to us. We must be real then. We must be.

I think about the speaker in the song, a corpse buried beneath the ground, abandoned long ago. I think about measureless time in the cold and the dark, to finally feel the dirt shifting around you, warm hands singing life to your limbs, lifting you. To lie across from this person in the darkness, again, and see something so achingly familiar about them. To gaze into the limitless unknown behind their eyes and understand that once you know something about them, it can’t ever be unknown. Some things you learn about people, and they only cause grief.

This relationship as a tether. This relationship as warm hands, pulling you from the frozen earth. And if those hands falter, you are left, once again, a buried corpse.

Better not to ask. Better not to know.

Just kiss, like you’re supposed to.

Just kiss, because if you can be this for another person then something within you must still be alive.

Just kiss, like real people do.

[tenebrous-dream]

i think the thing that makes me dislike higher higher is because it just doesnt feel as... rewarding? for rosie to perform with camilla

to the future is very obviously about rosie and camillas relationship. so after the whole story of camilla distancing herself from rosie because shes too famous for her, and then after weeks they meet up again at the concert (that rosie thought camilla refused to go to) where shes the only one to respond to the call and response, and proceed to sing with eachother, it just really works with the story. how they sing about their relationship just makes the scene so much better.

but with higher higher theyre just.. singing? its just like omg! camillas here! I flip my skirt and turn the page! I'm entering a new stage! like it just doesnt feel as impactful??

[vampmilf]

strangely ironic that one of my moms favourite songs is about cheating when she also still says part of the divorce was bc my dad was cheating, something that he denies to this day and that she brings up at every opportunity unprompted and will probably still make a talking point on her deathbed

[caffernnn]

Besties… I fear another devastating song has hit the Makoto playlists

[phoneybeatlemania]

sometimes a girl thinks about maxwells silver hammer and

[the-acid-pear]

I love thinking of Jack's relationship with Fredbear as catholic devotion esp when his relationship with him is Bad. Something about having met god and being an atheist because you hate him, you know? Also so I have more songs to think of Jack to, yeah.

[quirktwerp]

i come crawling out of my little hole, scroll for ten minutes, then hide away again for months until the cycle repeats itself.

[skiddlecat]

anyway on a different note. uuhhmmmm. say we take what had been torn apart say we mend any patchwork discord turning eyes to the trypo-puppeteer waiting for the world to burn

SO

ONE 1️⃣ TWO 2️⃣ THREE 3️⃣ AND WE'LL TIE ➰ THE TOURNIQUET 🦴

LARVAE 🐛 EATING 🍴 AWAY AT EVERYTHING

WORD GOES ROUND 🗣 I'M THE TRYPO-PUPPETEER

LAUGH ALONG 🤣 I'M SPREADING HOLES 🕳🕳🕳

🔊🔥🔥🔥🔥🔊🔊

NOW I KNOW 😢 THIS HAS ALWAYS BEEN MY FAULT 😭

🔊🔥🔊🔊🔥🔥🔊🔥

AND I CAN'T ❌ INHALE 😤 ANYMORE

[jackass-jones]

Time for me to be completely changed as a person! *just watched falsettos*

[ansy-tea]

Y'all ever stopped listening to your favorite bands for about 2 years for reasons you don't even know yourself. Maybe it's because you're busy. Maybe it's because you thought you've acquired new tastes. You really don't know. But then suddenly you listened to one song of theirs again and now you're sobbing over how good the songwriting was? And now that you're not a dumb High Schooler without much experience you understand the lyrics even more?

Anyways that's me with Fall Out Boy right now lmao. It's high time I listen to their new album later.

[dreamaboutwhathappens]

if we know that you're losing me was written over two years ago, and this album is the secret she's been keeping for two years....... i wonder if you're losing me was when the dam burst. i've seen so many people talking about how already, this album seems like the gloves are coming off in such a different way than ever before. i wonder if once she realized that he was losing her, she started to realize the harsh reality of other parts of the situation -- that protecting him was killing her.