I Need To Participate

I need to participate

please can we do inbox trick-or-treating this year. can we make that a thing on tumblr. please please please please please

@evedoessomething chefs kiss

Nothing sweeter than the sound of a t-girl’s whimper when you pin her to the bed

Finally writing my own music! Would love feedback :]

Howdy yall, I'm Willow! [She/Her]

I'm a transfemme artist and musician!

If you want to see my art, my main page is @willowwitch_art on instagram!

I do take commissions if you're interested :3

Okay, love yall! Bye bye! :]

I finished my album cover :]

To me, cotton is a song to anyone who has or have had to give part of themself up.

TW for discussion of feelings of helplessness and reference to suicide

"This song is for the rats

Who hurled themselves in to the ocean

When they saw that the explosives in the cargo hold

Were just about to blow"

These lines give me that sense of sorrow when you hear someone took their own life. Someone who saw what was coming for them and got out some way or another.

"This song is for the soil

That's toxic clear down to the bedrock

Where no thing of consequence can grow

Drop your seeds there

Let them go"

To me is throwing all your effort into so much only for it to never work out. There were so many nights I felt like all my effort was being wasted and that I wasn't going to build anything from it, outside of the suffering I was putting myself through by trying so hard.

"This song is for the people

Who tell their families that they're sorry

For things they can't and won't feel sorry for"

The line I have to most to say about. The horrible feeling that you've been made to think you've wronged somebody who you thought protected you. The nights I spent trying to talk down my fathers anger when he found me living my life happily. The people i've known who had to beg to be let back into their own home after their family barrated them for being queer and forcing them into a church. Living a second life that you can't bring home for risk of losing it all. Always feeling like you're one wrong move from losing a screaming match about how everything you've done and believe in are wrong and demented, never feeling safe in your home.

The album was written about the time John spent as a heroin addict, and you can definitely feel that in his lyrics. But, as per usual, I find his style is akin to experiences me and many others have gone through