It seems things are indictive to, A distinct desire to
Observe such, Heal such
Behave such that makes this hard for me
I’m not real and I deny, I won’t heal unless I cry
I can’t grieve, so I won’t grow, I won’t heal ‘til I let it go
I’m not real and I deny, I won’t heal unless I cry
It seems things are indicative to, A distinct desire to
Observe such, Heal such
Behave such that makes this hard for me
I’m not real and I deny, I won’t heal unless I cry
I can’t grieve, so I won’t grow, I won’t heal ‘til I let it go
Cry, cry, cry ‘til you know why, I lost myself, identify
I’m not real and I deny, I won’t heal unless I cry
I can’t grieve, so I won’t grow, I won’t heal ‘til I let it go
Cannot fully describe this and how it makes me feel. So uplifting and powerful.
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Cocteau twins - Hitherto
It feels so helpless. Been playing in my head a lot lately.
(Source: bleedbled, via youwillperishinflame)
Way to cut Robin out of most of it, gee whiz… Gosh!
