Btw, her song 'no face' is based on no face from spirited away! She says so in her tiny desk concert.
@GoldFishCracker
Жыл бұрын
I’m gonna be viewing that song so differently now! Love that
@realcrayoneater
3 жыл бұрын
thank u for not slowing it down too much every other slowed version makes her sound drunk lmao
@Tenfrogsonaleaf
Жыл бұрын
This picture is literally perfect for this song
@cristinaako
Жыл бұрын
I miss you like I miss waking up to simple days. I miss you like eating cereal outside. I miss you like hanging on a maca with a breeze, or sitting in the sun to the heat on my face. I miss you like a burning seatbelt on a summer day going to the pool. I miss you like the singe on my feet when the cement was alive from the gaze of the sun. I miss you like the cool nights where palm trees danced and the sound enveloped you. I miss you like miami on certain nights. I miss you like my fathers hugs. I miss you like Bjorns purr. I miss you like sharing meals on the floor. I miss you like dance wars with scarves and wine. I miss you like fear and running. I miss you like a best friend whose now a friend. I miss you like the other part of the conversations gone mute. I miss you as the ride to my die. I miss you as my family. I miss you as my sister. I miss you.
@DidiAphra
2 жыл бұрын
omg this song slowed literally sounds like hozier
@sarameeks5251
Жыл бұрын
omg it does sound exactly like hozier!!! is that why i love them both so much??
@DidiAphra
Жыл бұрын
@@sarameeks5251 i think so!!
@insincerity3050
10 ай бұрын
The concept of time is a funny thing, something so constant. And today on a Saturday in october, a bright and cool day, I sat down to play a game beside the window. I began to build my childhood home, to reconstruct my childhood memories. I spent hours beside the window, I spent hours trying to build the place i held dearest to me. A place i kept in my heart like a secret. I watched the day wane, but no matter how hard i racked my brain, how desperately i called out to my past, i couldnt remember. I couldnt remember my house, the house i lived with my family in, the house I played in, the house where my grandmother gave me lolipops and made hotchocolate, the house where my sister and i played. I couldnt remember how to detail the rooms anymore, couldnt remember the small hallways i used to run through. I will never gain those memories back, I can never retry. The more time passes, the less i will remember, the harder i will search. It seems like just yesterday i was in that house for the last time, adnorned in a black dress, and i tried to preserve that moment. That black dress wouldnt fit anymore and that moment is long gone. For as many wounds time has healed me, it has it given me. We do not make time, we are simply a part of it.
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