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Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna
I Almost Do is for the delicately hesitant, how moments pass through their hands like grains of sand, constantly thinking of what could have happened and now never will. Unfinished paintings. When you walk into a room and suddenly forget what you even needed. Daisy flower crowns made on mild spring days, fruit teas, and planning your whole life out with someone who chose not to stay. Empty photo albums that you bought with good intentions, letting candles burn out, and lying awake thinking of the person you love, hoping they are doing the same.
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this struck a chord with me fixed the grammar bc adhd makes it hard for me to read
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state of grace is for the boys and girls who make another person their religion and silver jewelry and early morning walks through the city and smelling spring in the air and the moment you realise that you are alive right now and this is all there will ever be and shards of bright stained glass and the way the light looks through them and waking up next to someone you love with the sunlight spilling through the curtains and onto their face and crisp white shirts and pretty underwear

red is for anyone who is recklessly impulsive and always wonders what would happen if they just didn’t hit the breaks and burning things with a lighter you found on the street and the way paper curls up under a flame and remembering something awful that happened a long time ago and feeling like you’ve been stabbed and brightly coloured winter coats and burning your mouth on your coffee and being so angry you burst into tears and wearing your mother’s perfume and oversized jumpers

treacherous is for the soldiers built on suburban lifestyles and nine to five routines and the people who get underneath their armor and seep into their veins like stardust and flowers that are destined to wither away but are beautiful right now and nights at restaurants and cinemas and parties that you know can’t last forever and snowflakes before they melt and light reflecting rainbows onto floorboards in your childhood bedroom

i knew you were trouble is for the jilted lover who has been left for dead one too many times and the way they rise from the ashes reborn and old songs your parents used to play that warn you about love and smirks across cafe tables and adrenaline rushes and poetry that doesn’t rhyme and taking the blame to ease the heat and the sky on an overcast day when it looks almost white and heavy doc marten boots

all too well is for everyone caged inside their own head like a songbird not allowed to fly and classic romance novels and cups of tea alone on cold mornings and crying while sat on hard bathroom tiles and marking the lowest moment in your life so far and knowing that things will get worse before they get better and old vinyls and postcards from lovers in bygone eras and red ribbons in hair and trying to enjoy doing things alone and all the letters to people you don’t know anymore kept under your bed and inside your head

22 is for anyone who stubbornly refuses to grow old and who will still be as bright and bold as times square in everyone’s memories long after they cease to exist and spontaneous adventures and metallic candy wrappers and pencil crayons and sitting up so late with your friends that everything is funny and drinks in blues and greens and pinks and tiny cocktail umbrellas and listening to old songs from your childhood and still remembering all the words and where  you listened to them and sitting on kitchen sides and swinging your legs against the cabinets

i almost do is for the delicately hesitant and how moments pass through their hands like grains of sand and constantly thinking of what could have happened and now never will and unfinished paintings and when you walk into a room and suddenly forget what you even needed and daisy flower crowns made on mild spring days and fruit teas and planning your whole life out with someone who chose not to stay and empty photo albums that you bought with good intentions and letting candles burn out and lying awake thinking of the person you love an hoping they are doing the same

we are never getting back together is for the people who feel like balloons finally cut free and getting dressed up even though you aren’t going anywhere and the party you didn’t think you’d enjoy but is really the best night of your life and pastel nail varnish and carnivals and candy floss and carousel music and slowly distancing yourself from people who aren’t good for you and bright yellow shirts and people who similarly remind you of sunshine and the lengths you go to hold onto those golden people

stay stay stay is for the desperately hopeful lovers who can’t hold grudges when they’d rather hold hands and someone pressing their cold limbs on your body under the covers and bath bombs with gold glitter and slightly messy and overgrown gardens with bright flowers and weeds mixing together and novelty sunglasses and blowing bubbles and when the light glows out from behind someone’s head like the halo you’ve always known was there but have never actually seen

the last time is for the girl or boy that has no heart left because they’ve given out little bits of theirs to everyone else to make them happy but received no pieces in return and silk dresses and marble statues and wandering through art galleries and museums alone and looking at other people just as much as the art and vintage glasses frames and high ceilings and tall drinks with ice and the gravitational pull toward people who are like black holes

holy ground is for those who remember life through rose tinted glasses and the way they repaint their life to the colours of something more romantic and knee high socks and printed floral tea dresses and repainted retro furniture and ivy crawling up old buildings and the feeling you get at a concert when you realise the person you idolise is real and there and long hair slightly tousled from the wind and days at aquariums and picnics in the park

sad beautiful tragic is for everyone tied to the tracks but wishing the train would come back and foggy mornings and window seats and ripped faded jeans and chandeliers and cracked gold gilded mirrors and the way you feel loss like a physical ache and sea foam and silent rides on public transport and the beautifully planned out architecture and the shapes it makes against the sky and mournful words scrawled on white walls

the lucky one is for those who feel like nothing more than someone else’s means to an end but are really the brightest star in the sky and don’t need to be part of a constellation and wide brimmed hats and matte lipsticks and cashmere jumpers and not belonging to anyone not a person or a place or a time and lace bralets and fur coats and coffee to go in minimalist cups and rehearsing what you need to say in the bathroom and reminders scrawled on hands in biro that contrast with effortlessly manicured nails

everything has changed is for the lovers from the wrong era straight out of a john hughes film and denim jackets that drown you and rollerblading dates and diner booths and awkward slow dancing at prom and grinning like an idiot alone in your bedroom and butterflies in your stomach too perfect to digest and tulle skirts and passing notes and being someone different today to the people you have been before and will ever be again

starlight is for anyone with a mind full of clouds and shooting stars and the cautious dreamers and their silent night prayers and unfinished to do lists and promises on ring pops and emulating 1940s power couples and expensive brogues and borrowing someone else’s jacket and being thankful that the universe created something so perfect and that you got to experience it and holographic bags and scarves in hair

begin again is for those who are secretly on the run from all the things they’ve left behind and seeking a fresh start and taking up journalling to learn from yesterdays mistakes and writing in silver ink and pleated skirts that perfect to spin in and exploring your hometown and finding new things you never saw the first time and the smell of new books and filling your home with scented candles to mask their smell still on the other pillow and grass stains on white things and singing loudly and alone in your kitchen while cooking

THIS IS AMAZING