Falling star

These past couple of days have consisted of me cruising through the moments and then the memory that Mac Miller is dead fr fr makes me whiplash and my stomach sinks as does the realization. It’s like a splash of paint cascading down a window, slowly recolouring it. Life seems so much more exposed like naked trees in autumn.

I’ve had 3 major whiplash situations this year (regarding the loss of someone) : Avicii, Xxxtentacion, and Mac. It’s like their deaths exposed the inner workings of a glamourized matrix. They showed me that the intuitive knowing I had but was trying to discount was spot on.

They forced me to take my senses more seriously and to focus on love more.

Numb feels good

Cruel Youth, Mr. Watson *


I’m tired of people asking
What I do when I’m alone

They spend the summer getting clean
But September comes and they fall like leaves
Oh what would I do without you?
What would I do to you?

Oh, Mr. Coca-Cola , I’ve been cheating with you
You’re the only one to fix the stupid shit I been through
Oh, Mr. Coca-Cola , you make up for all the love I lack
You’re the only one who knows my favorite colour
And it’s red and black

* lyrics tweaked a wee bit 😉

Hold my phone

Joss Stone, Free Me

Ain’t I got you on your back foot
And you know I got you really good
Cuz there’s something deep inside of me
I’ve got to be

And if you find it hard to follow me
If I lose you in my jet stream
Then you only got to raise your eyes
And see me fly

Don’t tell me that I won’t
I can
Don’t tell me that I’m not
I am
Don’t tell me that my master plan
Ain’t coming true (yeah!)

Don’t tell me that I won’t
I will
Don’t tell me how to think
I feel
Don’t tell me cause I know what’s real
What I can do

Something that you don’t see every day
A little girl who found her way
Through a world that’s designed to break
All of your dreams

And if there’s one thing I will say to you
It’s that there is nothing that you can’t do
Cuz it’s all about your attitude
Don’t let them get to you

Don’t tell me that I won’t
I can
Don’t tell me that I’m not
I am
Don’t tell me that my master plan
Ain’t coming true

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