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“Take me back to Eden” but it was never Eden. It was always Gethsemane. “I was in love with the thought that we were in love with each other.” He romanticized that relationship until he broke his own heart AND ONCE AGAIN HE IS JUST LIKE ME FOR. REAL.
“You never saw me naked. You wouldn’t even touch me. Except if you were wasted.”
Vessel, baby, my love, give me a name. Tell me who it was. I just want to have a conversation.
i can't listen to gethsemane normally. i always end up stopping what i'm doing and mouthing along aggressively and slamming my fist against my desk in an excess of emotion and tearing up (for the first time in a month and a half might i add). i'm supposed to be studying for my lit final right now. this cannot be happening.
Listening to Gethsemane feels like Vessel himself cracked open my memories and poured them out onto the page. It hits so fucking hard and breaks my heart that someone else knows a similar pain so intimately.