i personally don’t know if i can live in a world without the song stop. “my god girl he’s just a guy” banger. “maybe we should just teach boys not to do that in the first place” iconic. “SHES LEAVING JUST LIKE MY DAD” rolling on the floor.
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I just think that red line, you know what I mean?
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PARDON MY DELAY
I'M NAVIGATING, I'M NAVIGATING, MY HEAD
DISASSOCIATE
I'M NAVIGATING, I'M NAVIGATING, MY HEAD
GIVE ME SOME ADVICE
I AM WASTING ALL THIS TIME
MY OH MY
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Thinking thinking thinking about Nancy Wheeler breaking down to Northern Attitude because she doesn’t know how to show her emotions and her love for Robin, and she can feel her usual walls breaking down. She’s so so scared to be herself, to be vulnerable with this girl because what if Robin doesn’t like the girl behind the mask, the broken, terrified girl, so scared to let anyone love her in case she loses them. So she cries about it in her bedroom while Northern Attitude is blasting in her earbuds.
Thinking about how Robin sneaks up to her window that night and knocks to be let in, nearly breaking everything in the process. Thinking about how Robin sees the tears on Nancy’s face and softens immediately, laying crosswise on the bed with her and asking softly if she can listen too.
Thinking about how Robin hears the song, the melancholy tune, the lyrics, heart wrenchingly beautiful, but that’s not what she focuses on—she’s not hearing a song. She’s hearing Nancy. She’s hearing Nancy’s fears expressed in the form of music, and it breaks her, just a little, to think that this is how Nancy feels. So she scoots closer, presses a hand to Nancy’s cheek, wipes away her tears.
She smiles, presses her forehead to Nancy’s, listening as the song comes to an end before looping back—Nancy’s had it on repeat for hours. Thinking about her looking deep into Nancy’s eyes, those little chips of sapphire, navy pools that brim with every emotion the girl cannot express.
“It’s okay, Nance,” she’ll murmur. “You aren’t what I was expecting,” she’ll admit, and Nancy’s expression will crack—something fragile already crumbling at the edges. “But you’re so wonderful, Nancy. I love you. All of you.”
And fuck, if Nancy isn’t sobbing then. Robin pulls her close to her chest, kisses her forehead, tells her it will be okay. She whispers, in the softest voice she can muster, brimming with adoration for Nancy Wheeler—her Nancy Wheeler—as she whispers, breath warm against the girl’s ear, “I love your Northern attitude.”
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So I look in people's windows,
Like I'm some deranged weirdo.
I attend Christmas parties from outside.
I look in people's windows,
In case you're at their table.
What if your eyes looked up and met mine
one. more. time? 🪟✒️☁️
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I jump from the train, I ride off alone
I never grew up, it's getting so old
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Give me anything
I want to experience all that dizzying hit all at once again
As long as for a moment I'll feel it somewhere
Give me anything
After half past midnight when the others have already left, it's more beautiful here
And for a moment I’ll feel it somewhere
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