The Parallels In Adrianne Lenker’s Album Songs Never Fails To Destroy Me. For Example,

when i’m going about my day but then classical music starts playing and suddenly i am nothing in my soul if not obsessive

i will forgive you, but i can never forget. This alone is my deepest secret and my darkest flaw.

Gansey’s moment of “she makes me quiet” when all Blue has ever been for others is an amplifier will never not live rent free in my mind

You don’t like the way your hair sits? Take mine, I will shear it off without a second thought.

Take my eyes so you may see through them just how beautiful you are.

Take my lungs, that you should never gasp for air.

You’re not comfortable in your skin? Take mine, I will strip it from my body just to see you smile.

My heart is already yours, it has been beating to the sound of your name ever since I first heard it uttered. Take it, it is more yours than it ever was mine.

Take my muscles. May they make you strong enough to never need another.

I will give and give of myself until I am nothing but a meager pile of brittle and broken bones.

Take them. May they be of more use to you than I ever could have been.

“ADAM PARRISH REFERENCE!!!” i say as i see anything related to coca cola/scarifies/trees/ hands/eyes/the color red/ magicians/ tarot/ mechanics/ apples……….

“Touch.

And touch.

And touch.”

@little-shit-soph has given me Barty/Evan brain rot, and I’m making it everyone’s problem.

when i feel a slight crisp breeze and suddenly the voices are telling me it’s time for a full flanaverse rewatch

something I like about Blue Sargent is that she’s so believably seventeen years old. she misses her mom and yearns to keep her friendships and also to pursue her future and grow. she insults her cousin to her face but loves and is very protective of her. she wears fingerless gloves to cemeteries to look cool even though she knows trying to look cool will bite her in the ass, she monologues about how if she opens her pink switchblade she’s sure she’ll cut herself as a sensible teen but also monologues about how she looves the idea of herself as a badass with a switchblade, and then she does indeed open it and cut herself and connects it to her emotional hurt. she’s both self-conscious and confident, and highly pretentious. She’s a one thousand year old condescending brat who wishes she was surrounded by fellow one thousand year old condescending brats at all times. she’s impulsive and idealistic and empathetic and sensible and stubborn and judgemental and curious and compassionate and playful and fiercely loving. she’s a fanciful sensible thing, she’s good but she’s not nice, she’s brave because she’s full of fear. I love her

the first-winter-in-vermont version of richard papen is a little too relatable sometimes

I really have to take this medication for forever huh.....