mattéa

"Sure, it's good to feel things, and if it hurts, we're doing it to ourselves, or so the saying goes, but there should be a different music here. There should be just one safe place in the world." (2020)

i could stare at your back all day

you're exactly the same as them and i never noticed. i know who you pretend i am and i dont think i love you anymore, youve become my ceiling

wow i was happy. it ended too soon (2019)

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80s or 80s?

then betty then august then betty then august then betty then august....... always something new to be the worst you've ever done

your name like a song I sing to myself / sitting in my dark room alone thinking what can i do with all this love inside of me

swimming in the sunlight everyday 21/1/18

ewwww she has feelings??? wtf!

a begging to be believed

literally (1/21)

i know history. there are many names in history but none of them are ours.

i say them very quietly.

good 2 sleep to. maybe also for crying

she is sensitive she does not see the world as it is shes a bit up in the clouds she cannot fit in

"He looks through the wound of my life like it’s light. So I let him." / "There’s a tenderness there that nobody else ever dares to wear when they look at him." / "How could someone know you and not love you?" / "I dont ever want to be looked at. I dont ever want you to look away."

<3 -m

my new love is soft. it's teaching a drought the goodness of rain.

songs about cheating on your girlfriend w her friend. or just about being an awful boyfriend. songs about men who suck, mostly from the male perspective <3 songs that make me genuinely seriously nauseous and physically ill when i consciously listen to them

mmmmmmmmmmm three hour car ride

i couldn't get the boy to kill me but i wore his jacket for the longest time

*slaps you* *slaps you* *slaps you* *slaps you* *slaps you* *slaps you* *slaps you* *slaps you*

i dont know how to explain this without being pretentious

good music but the memory is fading

august slipped away in a moment in time... and u were never mine!

decisions are hard

if you have the stomach to take it.

so its summer, so its suicide. so we're helpless in sleep and struggling at the bottom of the pool

and he won't tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. and you're trying not to tell him that you love him and you're trying to choke down the feeling, but he reaches over and touches you like a prayer for which no words exist, like you've discovered something you dont even have a name for.