girls writing poetry are always like “i fed my blood to the coyotes i reached inside of myself and tore out my own lungs” and i’m always like damn u good? Mood tho
lorde wrote an album about being a restless idealistic teenager desperate to get out and live life on her own terms and run wild and then she wrote a second album about what happens when you do get out and how messy and scary and lonely it can be and how much joy and regret and confusion can come from it
everyone fucking hates capitalism, and it pisses them off, but they dont know they hate capitalism, so they just complain about every issue individually as if its some series of unconnected phenomena with no root cause