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Evermore - The “Red Wine” Album
"I made you my temple, my mural, my sky Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life" (Taylor Swift, "tolerate it")
Evermore has always been the slight lean on needle for me when it comes to the sister albums, Folklore and Evermore. Not to say that Folklore is any less or is missing any component that’s not on Evermore; it’s how those components are implemented that makes the thin distinction for me.
There is comfort and closeness in Evermore, where you can sip on some coffee while reading the morning newsletter. Or you can be sitting near a desk, working while the lyrics float around your room and the dark shades swirl around your eyes. Perhaps as droplets fall onto the page as you take in the day that has passed. Shelving away the chronicles of films you lived to act day to day
It’s knowing what betrayal feels like after a long day of trying to make amends, learning how to move on without their side of the story, knowing when you’re the one who made the curtains fall inadvertently, standing up for yourself and others, remembering those from a faded recollection, learning how to grieve the person you cherish so much but feel unfulfilled with, and learning to try and open up again to others. It’s an album of self-reflection, an album that you can sit with and watch the world with autumn lighting on it.
Evermore is the cinnamon—the bitter mahogany carpenter life—streams into the ears nicely and hits the heart with a fluorescent wave of every emotion on the spectrum. And I, for one, love cinnamon. I also like to think Evermore is dark chocolate while Folklore is white/milk chocolate, and while I do love white/milk chocolate, dark chocolate takes my heart every time. The sweetness, sourness, and bitterness of Evermore make it so much more engaging for me. I love it, especially as an Evermore girlie.
Another month wasted. Another day another week, and I think to myself. If all the time I've spent living is wasted, then will I ever truly be happy? My mother calls it ambition, my father drive, but I? I call it unhappiness. My mother also often talks of how to be smart is to be sad, and to be dumb is to be happy. I wouldn't trade my smarts, my tongue, my brain for anything but if that is how one is truly happy, is it worth the price? If I'm smart and aware of the world's dangers and problems, then how can I ever be truly happy? What is it to be truly happy? To be happy must you not be aware? I do not know. All I really know is another month has been wasted.
-C.
Virginia Woolf, A Writer’s Diary, August 1921
i'm trying, i'm trying, i'm trying
"Maybe forever was a word meant for memories and not for people..." - anonymous
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Read, read, read. Read everything -- trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You'll absorb it. Then write. If it's good, you'll find out. If it's not, throw it out of the window.
— William Faulkner.
When you can't beat the odds, change the game.
-Inej; Crooked Kingdom
"You know I always thought if I ever truly loved someone they would be someone I imagine one of my characters to be like, with their smile, with their guts, with their hair," she said stroking my hair.
"So did he do you justice, darling?"
"Oh he did me one better, love"
-Pricilla♡
"Cat got your tongue little mouse"
- Haunting Adeline by H. D. Carlton
Let's go, my TBR is bigger than my dreams
I've seen my own heart darken
I've seen my own sun darkened
~all images from Pinterest~
- notbrightenoughforthat
Read, read, read. Read everything -- trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You'll absorb it. Then write. If it's good, you'll find out. If it's not, throw it out of the window.
— William Faulkner.
