For the Emos/Goths

We need to stick together, or not… no one really cares what you choose

That would be me.

Blink-182

I Miss You

Hello there,
the angel from my nightmare,
The shadow in the background of the morgue
The unsuspecting victim of darkness of the valley
We can live like Jack and Sally if we want
where you can always find me and we’ll have Halloween on Christmas
And I’m the night, we’ll wish it never ends, we’ll wish it never ends

I miss you, I miss you
I miss you, I miss you

Where are you?
And I’m so sorry
I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight
I need somebody and always
This sick, strange darkness
Comes creeping on, so haunting every time
And as I stare, I counted
The webs from all the spiders
Catching things and eating their insides
Like indecision to call you
And hear your voice of treason
Will you come home and stop this pain tonight, stop this pain tonight

Don’t waste your time on me, you’re already the voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you)

Don’t waste your time on me, you’re already the voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you)

Don’t waste your time on me, you’re already the voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you)

Don’t waste your time on me, you’re already the voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you)

Don’t waste your time on me, you’re already the voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you)

Don’t waste your time on me, you’re already the voice inside my head (I miss you, I miss you)

(I miss you, I miss you)

(I miss you, I miss you)

(I miss you, I miss you)

That copied over weird, but you get the point

These violent delights have violent ends, and in their triumph die, like fire and powder, which, as they kiss, consume.

O here will I set up my everlasting rest and shake the yoke of inauspicious star from this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last. Arms, take your last embrace! And, lips, o you, the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss of a dateless bargain to engrossing death!

#5. Reminds me of These Violent Delights. Popular YA duology by Chloe Gong.

It’s a quote from Romeo and Juliet

🤦‍♀️ Dumb me, I forgot that since I read it yearssss ago. 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️ Shouldve known, 1920s Chinese Romeo and Juliet.

“Deep in the earth my love is lying
And I must weep alone”

-deep in the earth

#8 you’re good, it’s hard to remember that kind of stuff

Romance, who loves to nod and sing, With drowsy head and folded wing, Among the green leaves as they shake Far down within some shadowy lake, To me a painted paroquet
Hath been—a most familiar bird-Taught me my alphabet to say—
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie, A child-with a most knowing eye.
Of late, eternal Condor years
So shake the very Heaven on high With tumult as they thunder by,
I have no time for idle cares
Through gazing on the unquiet sky.
And when an hour with calmer wings Its down upon my spirit flings—
That little time with lyre and rhyme To while away—forbidden things!
My heart would feel to be a crime Unless it trembled with the strings.

-romance

I have an emo friend, he’s pretty chill and funny, but like in an effortless way

Reminds me of Olivia Rodrigo.

It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
She was a child and I was a child, In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love
I and my Annabel Lee—
With a love that the wingéd seraphs of Heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud by night
Chilling my Annabel Lee;
So that her high-born kinsmen came And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulcher In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, Went envying her and me;
Yes! that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud, chilling And killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we-Of many far wiser than we-And neither the angels in Heaven above
Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:—
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride In her sepulcher there by the sea— In her tomb by the side of the sea.

-Annabel Lee

#12 we tend to be a lot more chill and nicer than most people expect

#13 Olivia is one of the few newer artists I actually really like

The ring is on my hand,
And the wreath is on my brow;
Satins and jewels grand
Are all at my command, And I am happy now.
And my lord he loves me well;
But, when first he breathed his vow,
I felt my bosom swell-
For the words rang as a knell, And the voice seemed his who fell In the battle down the dell, And who is happy now.
But he spoke to re-assure me, And he kissed my pallid brow,
While a reverie came o'er me, And to the church-yard bore me, And I sighed to him before me (Thinking him dead D'Elormie,)
"Oh, I am happy now!"
And thus the words were spoken, And this the plighted vow, And, though my faith be broken, And, though my heart be broken, Here is a ring, as token
That I am happy now!—
Behold the golden token
That proves me happy now!
Would God I could awaken!
For I dream I know not how,
And my soul is sorely shaken
Lest an evil step be taken,-
Lest the dead who is forsaken
May not be happy now.

That was Bridal Ballad

Though I turn, I fly not—
I cannot depart;
I would try, but try not To release my heart.
And my hopes are dying
While, on dreams relying,
I am spelled by art.
Thus, the bright snake coiling
'Neath the forest tree
Wins the bird, beguiling,
To come down and see:
Like that bird the lover
Round his fate will hover
Till the blow is over
And he sinks-like me.

- to miss Louise Olivia hunter

“The happiness of your life depends upon the quality of your thoughts” — Marcus Aurelius