Unfortunately the way to leave the house is just to do it. You gotta put on some bad eyeliner and go to the club alone and talk to no one and get too drunk and cry all the way home because you’re so useless. And then you wake up the next day and realize, “Oh, I guess that wasn’t so bad.” Maybe you do it a few more times just to get the lesson to really stick. And then you’re free. Then you can do anything.
the classic “are you hurt?” but the whumpee is the one saying it. slurring the words through a hoarse throat and numbed lips, their eyes are glazed and their hands are shaking, frantic at the blood soaking the caretaker’s shirt and too delirious to realize it’s all their own.
the thing that always gets me about favorite record is how repetitive it is. we danced, we danced. I confessed, i confessed. I can’t, i can’t. I spin I spin i spin I spin. the record is their favorite but it’s started breaking down. it’s skipping on their favorite lines and can’t finish a thought because it keeps jolting back to what was there before. the song is stuck in their head and they can’t remember how to forget it and move on.
the entire album is this theme of memory and remembering, and this song is the retelling of a memory that’s gotten faded and warped with time and age and use, or by replaying it incorrectly or too often. the entire progression from fourth of july -> favorite record -> immortals-> twin skeletons is this continual spiraling of what was and what could be if you could let go of what was. except you can’t. all you can do is remember it over and over and replay it again and again until nothing is left but skips and static.
I have a major soft spot for queerplatonic rships where at least one party is actually able to be attracted to the other. Queerplatonic ships where it’s not “I would be in love with you if I was allo/gay/straight/bi/etc” but instead “I could be in love with you but I’m not because that’s not the right relationship for either us and we’re unbelievably happy with what we have.”
Queerplatonic relationships are always treated as second string to romantic relationships, with an implication of “this relationship would be romantic if it could be”, and that sucks. They’re their own relationship, completely distinct from romance, and deserve to be treated as such.
