“Moves” and “Crybaby” by Amelia Moore are my newest obsession.

“Oh these times are hard / yeah they’re making us crazy / don’t give up on me, baby” - For the First Time by The Script.

To Milly

Hi darling
I am the Cuckoo and you are the Nurse Ratched.
We already met in so many cuckoo’s nest.

Art evaporates in the air of deception
Inspiration and decency are from the same fabric
There is no true passion
without being sincerely truthful.

Try to see and love yourself the way he did. To him, you were beautiful and perfect exactly as you are, special for just being you. Don’t let anyone take that from you. Now that he is gone, you must remind yourself and make yourself believe it.

Remember, even when things were at their worst, the one absolute certainty you could always rely on was his love for you. Don’t disrespect his memory by doubting his love still remains, even though he is no longer able to remind you.

Please help me if I am wrong
For I do not wish to defend any wrong, nevertheless my ego,
the very noisy self

I am only here to better myself
And help others to do the same.

Oh I am so sorry
for all my trying to be your friend.
I did not know how important you were
in your rear-end.

So, sorry pal
for assuming that we are equal.

“Cause you know that I can’t trust myself with my 3am shadow, I’d rather fuel a fantasy than deal with this alone” - TALK ME DOWN by Troye Sivan

For mediocrities
assumptions are more profound
than facts
because they are personal.