Love is a funny thing, don't you think? We spend our whole lives searching for it, desperate to feel known by someone. We crave it, and we allow ourselves to be ruined by it, for what?
The moon is still the moon when it's nowhere to be seen. Life goes on when things don't go to plan. So why do we feel like love is survival? There's more to the world than losing yourself to someone else.
If you ask me, it's all fucking bullshit. After all, no one really cares. We're all just pretending to be someone that we're not and hoping that no one notices. Everything is always an act, even love. Especially love.
Well, you and I collapsed in love / And it looks like we might have made it / Yes it looks like we've made it to the end To the EndBlur
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Because with you, life felt right / But you never had it in your heart to fight / We deserved, at least, a better end / I thought we'd have a perfect end Perfect End Paradox
Ines Harlow didn't have a care about anything the world.
It was full of people who thought they knew more than they did, people who were delusional enough to think she cared about their opinions. It was laughable, the idea that they thought she'd change who she was just to please them ─ she'd watched so many people go there a million times before and it had never ended the way they'd expected it to.
For every person that loved her, there was someone who didn't ─ that was enough motivation for her to keep doing as she was. If people felt deeply enough about what she had to say that they had to let the world know how much they hated her then she was doing her job right.
To put it simply, the more people she riled up, the prouder she felt. Maybe it was an ego thing, but there was something deeply satisfying that came with the knowledge that she had the power to piss the world off.
Her music was flooded with emotion, but not in the usual, sappy way that everyone expected. She wrote about what she was passionate about ─ it was only natural for the sentiment to be intense. People spent too long criticising her than listening to what she was saying ─ if they spent as little as a second paying attention to her she was certain they'd understand.
