OKAY BUT CAN I PLEASE TALK ABOUT HOW CALUM HOOD LITERALLY MADE EYE CONTACT WITH ME YESTERDAY. LIKE YOU DON’T KNOW BUT I WAS GOING TO DIE.
also, this is not my video but the watermark is there and I asked the girl because she send it to me. It’s just- fuck.
HE WAS ENCOURAGING US TO SING THE LYRICS BECAUSE EVERYONE WAS SO EXCITED AND WE WERE JUST SCREAMING AND WHEN HE SAW I KNEW THE LYRICS HE LOOKED SO PROUD PLEASE.
Everytime you call me crazy, I get more crazy. What about that? And when you say I seem angry, I get more angry. What about that? […] No one likes a mad woman. You made her like that.
I knew I’d curse you for the longest time, chasing shadows in the grocery line. I knew you’d miss me once the thrill expired, and you’d be standing in my front porch light. And I knew you’d come back to me, you’d come back to me.
I can see you staring, honey, like he’s just your understudy, like you’d get your knuckles bloody for me. […] (‘Cause you never gave a warning sign) I gave so many signs, so many signs, so many signs. You didn’t even see the signs.
She’ll patch up the tapestry I shred. And hold your hand while dancing, never leave you standing, crestfallen on the landing with champagne problems. Your mum’s ring in your pocket, her picture in your wallet. You won’t remember all my champagne problems.
While you were out building other worlds, where was I? Where’s that man who’d throw blankets over my barbed wire? I made you my temple, my mural, my sky. Now I’m begging for footnotes in the story of your life.
My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand, taking mine but it’s been promised to another. […] He’s gonna burn this house to the ground. How’s one to know? I’d live and die for moments that we stole, on begged and borrowed time. So tell me to run.
And I fell from the pedestal, right down the rabbit hole. Long story short, it was a bad time. Pushed from the precipice, clung to the nearest lips. Long story short, it was the wrong guy. […] Pushed from the precipice, climbed right back up the cliff. Long story short, I survived.
I’m like the water when your ship rolled in that night. Rough on the surface but you cut through like a knife. […] The more that you say, the less I know. Wherever you stray, I follow. I’m begging for you to take my hand. Wreck my plans, that’s my man.
And I’m sitting on a bench on Coney Island, wondering, “Where did my baby go?” The fast times, the bright lights, the merry-go. […] Were you waiting at our old spot, in the tree line, by the gold clock?
I replay my footsteps on each stepping stone, trying to find the one where I went wrong. Writing letters addressed to the fire. And I was catching my breath, staring out an open window, catching my death.
I don’t like anticipating my face in a red flush. I don’t like that anyone would die to feel your touch. Everybody wants you, everybody wonders what it would be like to love you.
when joanna newsom sang “i don’t belong to anyone my heart is heavy as an oil drum and i don’t want to be alone my heart is yellow as an ear of corn and i have torn my soul apart from pulling artlessly with fool commands some nights i just never go to sleep at all and i stand shaking in the doorway like a sentinel all alone bracing like the bow upon a ship and fully abandoning any thought of anywhere but home my home sometimes i can almost feel the power and i do love you is it only timing that has made it such a dark hour only ever chiming out cuckoo cuckoo”.
once i save up enough for a drawing tablet i am going to draw so much oc art, like i need to draw oc art of the ensemble cast team dynamics bc they deserve so much
Sorry but Steve tripping into the Upside Down through Lover’s Lake and he’s fighting off the bats and instead of Nancy saving him it’s -
“What the fuck!” A hysterical, growling voice bellows, “are you doing here,Harrington?”
The bat squeals. Billy roars and slams it into the ground twice. It wriggles up and darts away. Steve rolls onto his feet as Billy whips around to face him.
“What am I doing here?” Steve hollers; he catches the broken metal tube Billy tosses him and slams it square into a bat’s chest. Or it’s face. He can’t tell. Who gives a shit. “You’ve been down here this entire fucking time?!”
“Where the fuck else would I be?!” Billy demands with a growl. His own weapon shears a bat’s wing in two.
“Oh, I dunno!” Steve shouts hysterically, throwing his arms wide; Billy looks a bit insane, his blue eyes surrounded by grit and a little too wide. “In the coffin we fucking buried you in?!”
Billy grins like a maniac. “Gotta try harder than that to kill me, cherry-bomb!”
He’s gorgeous. He’s gorgeous and he’s insane and Steve has missed this psychotic motherfucker like a goddamn limb.
There’s a wicked crack behind him and Steve whips around to find Nancy standing over the body of a bat, holding a broken oar like a mace.
“Oh god,” Eddie says shrilly, “here comes backup!”
“You two can flirt later,” Robin calls, hefting up a piece of rebar she pulls from the ruins of a rusty car overgrown with vines, “it’s showtime!”
