Your Own Little Golden Prison Cell // Gold Cage Hostage To My Feelings // My Town Was A Wasteland, Full

your own little golden prison cell // gold cage hostage to my feelings // my town was a wasteland, full of cages, full of fences … but for some it was paradise // in the darkest little paradise // I prefer hiding in plain sight // I know places we could hide // I know places we won’t be found // showed you all of my hiding spots // and I am hiding in the curtains // you two are dancing in a snow globe, 'round and 'round // picture of your face in an invisible locket // the skeletons in both our closets plotted hard to fuck this up // you won’t have to cry or hide in the closet // they got the cages, they got the boxes and guns // windows boarded up after the storm // so I peered through a window // I drew curtains closed // I look through the windows of this love // they told me all of my cages were mental so I got wasted like all my potential // all I need is on the other side of the door // we twist in our self-made cages and pray that we aren't right this minute about to make some fateful life-altering mistake // are we out of the woods? are we in the clear yet? // it was the great escape, the prison break, the light of freedom on my face // you’ve come a long way, open the blinds let me see your face // windows flung wide open // step into the daylight and let it go

we were wild and fluorescent come home to my heart!!!!!!!!!

Jack has never had a bad take

“Reputation, at this point, is fucking goated. It’s the fucking shit – I just love that album to the fucking moon and back. I remember making that [album] and loving it. I feel like that album was met with some amount of cynicism, then cut to a few years later, it’s like, nope, everyone loves it. Taylor and I do talk about that a lot: You make what you make, because you believe in it, and sometimes you get your flowers right away and sometimes it takes a minute.”

— Jack Antonoff to The Face on reputation (x)

// 26.09.23 // Sacramento, CA//

© allisonchristt

all the leaves are brown (alllllll the leaaaaves are brown)

Smoking a caterpillar and I exhale a beautiful little butterfly