Sadness sheds in layers, leading us here
Springtime's winter’s souvenir
Winter clothes, and winter fears
Winter weight is so last year

What makes spring so sweet
Not the roses but beneath
Is the underlying truth
Everything must go so soon

So may we shout and may we sing
Blessed thaw, O holy spring

Did you know I was perfect?
Yeah, I modeled right after you
I felt you everywhere
Without even trying to
Sorry, I got a little angry
Y'know it's not hard to do
Hopefully you'll forgive me
Like I've done and continue to
Or maybe you won't
Sometimes no one does
Not even if I make 'em laugh

last one and i'm out i swear to fucking god and satan and miss rachel. the last 55 seconds of this song get dirty and demand u pump the volume

let us take a moment now
to pray and bow the head
if only to give thanks
for making it through this fucking thread

give me love give me love love me good

i could go to bed or i could keep fucking posting christian music on bluesky yeah that makes a lot of fucking sense

life is breaking out it's breaking out life is breaking out it's breaking out it's breaking out and love is breaking out it's breaking out it's breaking out it's breaking out
…
JESUS,

singing this song got REAL weird once i figured out i'm trans. kinda ruined it tbh

"there was a boy…"

stand up straight
i look through the haze
i begin to walk
through the maze

oh here they come,,
they all up on me.
but i'm dead to sin like
like some kind of zombie?

one sentence horror:
"it's like a circuit judge in the brain"

i took the pulpit, then backed down again. some things in heaven cannot be explained.

some of these make perfectly good love songs if you don't know what the bands are about, like this one

you give me joy that's unspeakable
and i like it, yeah i like it
your love for me's irresistible
i can't fight it, i can't fight it
you carried the cross and took my shame—

no, wait

contrary to appearance, this music video is not about suicide

calm the storms that drench my eyes
and dry the streams still flowing
casting down complicity
and guilt that overthrows me

…
…
BUT IF I CAN'T SWIM AFTER FORTY DAYS,

i only listen to this music like maybe once a year at most and tonight's the night and it's all your fault

(no, i'm to blame, it's me, the catholic guilt)

day by day by day by day by day by day by day by day by day by day by day by day by day by day by day by day by day by day by day by day by day by day by day by day by day by day by day by day by day by day by day by day by day by day by day by day by day by day by day by day by day by day by day by

they thought we'd crumble like my grandma's flaky crust, but we're so back

just sayinggg you can grow up on this stuff and survive. no, THRIVE

a pair sandhill cranes calling as they take flight (video by Nina Faust)

if i were not *plant* i'd have to be some kind of heron or crane. the sandhills have the loveliest cal, and whenever they fly by i think of the title screen from Secret of Mana 😌 though i guess those are some kind of flamingo. i love those, but i'd have to pass. sorry 'mingos. it's nothing personal.

they say the mourning dove can be comforted
by showing her a mirror when she's longing for her mate

oh, it pains me to picture them alone
when they're separated and cannot hear the call

to be loved is as rare as gold
but to be well loved, there's nothing can compare

here's a mirror
for your love