#you're a poet

[folklorred]

ALBUM PARALLELS: 2017 (gorgeous) // 2019 (paper rings) // 2022-23 (you're losing me) // 2024

[arabellalark]

"Her lips are like the galaxy's edge

And I kiss the colour of a constellation falling into place."

[jenniferhills]

my face was gray, but you wouldn't admit that we were sick.

[hope-ur-ok]

so she really just wanted everyone to cry tonight I guess

[baby-girl-aaron-dessner]

So Long, London & lyric parallels

part 1 | part 2

[novlr]

What makes you a writer?

If you write, that makes you a writer.

Haven’t written in a while but want to get back to it?

You’re a writer.

Haven’t published yet or don’t plan to?

You’re a writer.

Only write fanfiction?

You’re a writer.

Don’t have any readers?

STILL A WRITER!

[honeyfolklore]

And all at once, the postmortem second part is complete. 🖤🪶

Please repost, it helps me reach more people!

Sincerely, your grim pathologist. Xxx

Ps, you can thank @froggy713 for the How Did It End wallpaper request. X

[rayyzcosmos]

'who’s afraid of little old me?' is the depressed elder sister of 'you're on your own kid' but turned out as a rebel bitch who dresses up like punk core aesthetic and would punch anyone if they dared to cross her way

[pinardenizs]

Thank God we're together, Esra.

[ciao-bella-ciao-bella]

"You are not grotesque," Bella whispered. Her eyes were wide and full of wonder as she looked upon Pierre. "I meant it when I said you were handsome." A smile crept across her face. "I think I understand," she whispered.

She looked into Pierre's eyes, tears brimming in her own. Every day it seemed she learned something new, some new way of being and of liberating oneself. She reached out a hand, offering it to Pierre. It was a peace offering. She wanted to fling herself into his arms but she knew he would not have that. Finally, the siren was learning how humans valued touch when they were of sound mind.

"Sailors talk often of angels," she said. "I would think you might be one. You and your husband both, but mostly you."

Beverly hadn’t been a captain for long, and frankly, it happened through a series of events chalked up to, ‘massive accident’ by those who knew her. She didn’t even want to sail the seas, thinking boat life too dirty and the warnings against it all the more real as each day passed.

However, she was also determined which is why she was still onboard and when not panicking by herself in a broom closet, ruling with a set of commandments and iron fist.

Her crew didn’t quite fear her, she was too generous, but understood that doing their jobs was important lest they face a perfectly timed and devastating, “I’m not mad, just disappointed…”

Isabella was also determined and ill-suited for the expectations set before her. As a siren her life's purpose was to catch and kill sailors but she hated everything about sailors. They were rough men with liquor on their breaths and calloused hands. When she sang to them they grabbed her in ways she didn't care for.

Technically she was supposed to use her thrall to reproduce but she always chickened out before she got there. Instead she simply robbed them and left them to drown.

Her undersea cave was littered with trinkets and cold, hard, gold.

She wanted more.

@sword-and-sorrow

[magickiss]

You're Losing Me // So Long, London

[andichoseyou]

You're Losing Me / My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys

[meraki-yao]

PRIME WHAT THE FUCK

[got-that-oh-i-mean]

the heartbeat sounds of You're Losing Me and the "I stopped CPR" of So Long, London

[jules-ln]

I love the theory that Patroclus was a homeric invention regardless of whether is true or not.

Mostly because I imagine Homer saying:

"This is my OC Patroclus. He's an exiled prince and everyone loves him. He's so strong he killed a son of Zeus and also has 9 dogs. He's Achilles' boyfriend and best friend too btw uwu"

[baby-girl-aaron-dessner]

So Long, London & lyric parallels

part 1 | part 2