L. A. Potter
@lapotter.bsky.social
And she was right.
For those who are unfamiliar with it, just hold onto the context that he was on the grayest rockiest loneliest island when he wrote it, unsure of if or when he would ever see his loved ones again.
And you can just HEAR it in the music.
I can't recommend it enough.
For those who are unfamiliar with it, just hold onto the context that he was on the grayest rockiest loneliest island when he wrote it, unsure of if or when he would ever see his loved ones again.
And you can just HEAR it in the music.
I can't recommend it enough.
November 7, 2025 at 3:49 AM
And she was right.
For those who are unfamiliar with it, just hold onto the context that he was on the grayest rockiest loneliest island when he wrote it, unsure of if or when he would ever see his loved ones again.
And you can just HEAR it in the music.
I can't recommend it enough.
For those who are unfamiliar with it, just hold onto the context that he was on the grayest rockiest loneliest island when he wrote it, unsure of if or when he would ever see his loved ones again.
And you can just HEAR it in the music.
I can't recommend it enough.
The latter being that which should never be, wracked with destruction and isolation and grief and silence. The life others know well. The life which I shall never know.
Truly either is the creative endeavor of a god that none shall ever know, nor none should.
Truly either is the creative endeavor of a god that none shall ever know, nor none should.
September 29, 2025 at 7:18 AM
The latter being that which should never be, wracked with destruction and isolation and grief and silence. The life others know well. The life which I shall never know.
Truly either is the creative endeavor of a god that none shall ever know, nor none should.
Truly either is the creative endeavor of a god that none shall ever know, nor none should.
The former being that which is forced upon me, ever parallel to perfection, yet ever contained to boundaries unbroken, as I gaze tortured through the frosty window onto what could have been, and what shall never be;
September 29, 2025 at 7:17 AM
The former being that which is forced upon me, ever parallel to perfection, yet ever contained to boundaries unbroken, as I gaze tortured through the frosty window onto what could have been, and what shall never be;
"which song"
brutha they only have one song
brutha they only have one song
August 14, 2025 at 6:06 PM
"which song"
brutha they only have one song
brutha they only have one song
Truly, it jump scared me both times I watched it
August 5, 2025 at 11:34 PM
Truly, it jump scared me both times I watched it