Phoebe Bridgers - Tumblr Posts
Got drunk and cried to Phoebe Bridgers for hours
yall ever just sit there and think.....
ya
I cant tell but i might be doing that rn
i don’t have clear skin or conventionally attractive features but i have big brown doe eyes and i listen to phoebe bridgers will someone marry me
playing guitar, singing phoebe bridgers, thinking about michael sullivan, and eating pringles (that i dropped on my bedroom floor) like a stray cat
here’s part of what i was singing if y’all care
my vampire girlfriends <3
well…..?
- scott street by phoebe bridgers
tucson aint got much but it does have a bridge shaped like a rattlesnake
how do i look away now that i’ve seen you? - rachel mennies
“Anyways, don't be a stranger!” I shouted after her. Knowing she never could be a stranger, even if she tried. I'll still know her favorite colors and why she cries on her birthday. I'll still smell her perfume and taste the tears I tried so endlessly to lick dry. I'll still know her, in darkness and in light. Night and Day. Sun and Moon. always each other’s, but never able to touch for fear of destroying each other and ourselves.
me, thinking about Scott Street
sandra cisneros, the house on mango street / tatyana nilovna yablonskaya - morning, 1954 / anatoly levitin- warm day, 1957 / harry sutton palmer - a cottage garden, 20th c. / phoebe bridgers, i know the end / sarah abraham - one fine morning, 2013 / theo gosselin - denver morning 5, 2015 / gaston bachelard, the poetics of space / federico zandomeneghi - in bed, 1878 / laura ingalls wilder /colley wisson- morning light kyneton australia, 21st c. / @gabi_wahl on instagram / lauren jolly roberts - cecile’s garden, 2006 / maya angelou, all god’s children need traveling shoes
killer by phoebe bridgers is so achilles and patroclus coded
“but i can’t sleep next to a body, even harmless in death” like what…..
“plus i’m pretty sure i’d miss you, and faking sleep to count your breath”
100% something patroclus would say
and more like:
“can the killer in me, tame the fire im you? or is there nothing left to do for us”
“i am sick of the chase, but i’m hungry for blood, and there’s nothing i can do” (literally achilles)
“i am sick of the chase, but i’m stupid in love, and there’s nothing i can do” (literally patroclus)
ALL OF IT.
killer by phoebe bridgers is so achilles and patroclus coded
the parallel in kyoto and cool about it is devastating
“i wanted to see the world from your eyes until it happened, then i changed my mind”
and
“once i took your medication to know what it’s like, now i have to act like i can’t read your mind”
it’s like she wants me to breakdown
at this point im convinced im all of them at once