Jeff Buckley - Blog Posts
Zodiac incense sticks.
I feel unsteady, like my mind.
Rosé wine is sweet with such a pretty color. Every night there's a glass of it on the table accompanying me while I'm taking a bath. I've definitely got everything I need at night. Jeff Buckley's voice soothes me deeply, helping me to relax my body in the warm water. As a matter of fact, when I'm at this time of the day I don't think of anything at all, really. So even now I close my eyes and start dreaming.
My baby boy has come to me, opening up to me and confessing every single problem he has to me.
I'm waiting for him with my arms wide open. He lays his head on my breast and starts silently whimpering.
I just love it when he cries in my arms. I love it when he is vulnerable in front of my eyes, in my presence. Because, it's me he seeks help from. And I am always here to give it to him. What can a woman do when her man comes back home destryoed from the army?
I don't cook for him. In truth, I don't even know how to properly cook. That's a long story for another day.
Without him having gotten in our neighborhood, I just feel his presence. I immediately get out of the hosue and wait for him at my frontyard. I look at his car from afar. I listen to the sound of his car and just that brings shivers to the back of my neck. He sees me waiting for him and impatiently speeds up his pace.
Oh, how much he has changed.
He stops his car in front of me and rapidly gets out of the car. He comes up to me and looks down at me. I study his face and his body. I inhale his musty, masculine perfume. What a bliss that brings into my belly. I instantly got the heebie jeebies.
Looking up at him I notice that he's got tears in his eyes. All my nervousness disappears and I wrap my hands around his body.
I could never get tried of his affection. Or of his beautiful voice. Or of his body. Of anything really.
This is never over.
Thank you for reading this. I'm really grateful of my inspiration that always comes from Jeff Buckley, Jim Morrison, Nirvana or Aerosmith. It is really hard to write sometimes because I've had too many ideas lately and I didn't really have the guts to organze them. But, I tried nonetheless.
hope you enjoyed this!!!!
K.M.
i cannot choose a specific type of music to listen to i go from eliza fitzgerald to frank sinatra to jeff buckley to radiohead to green day to adrianne lenker to clairo to lana to tyler it’s such a random mix.
IT'S NEVER OVER!!! ALL MY BLOOD FOR THE SWEETNESS OF HER LAUGHTER! IT'S NEVER OOOOVERRRRR ! SHE IS THE TEAR THAT HANGS INSIDE MY SOUL FOREVER
spending my bday listening to jeff buckley... i wouldn't have it any other way
how about a spritz of queer religious trauma induced lyrical analysis for your day ?!?!??!
you down? GREAT read on 🌼
*NOTE - this is not the interpretation anybody probably intended from this song, this is just my own personal joy found in it*
here are some lyrics from the song hallelujah, specifically the jeff buckley cover (not that it matters but.. it does):
I am a queer woman who was raised in the church and now has an ambiguous relationship with religion as a whole. And man, these LYRICS!! They fill my soul.
"Baby, I've been here before / I've seen this room and I've walked this floor"
I see this partially as a call to younger queer people, as an "it gets better, ive been there". But I also see this as a message towards those who are currently religious. I was deeply pious at one point in my life (before a lot of thinking and feeling went down). I know how.. everything works. I was you. I understand your church more than you know. Don't exclude me or cast my feelings to the side because I am not involved in it anymore.
"You know, I used to live alone before I knew you"
My journey through religion (and out of it) was a very, very introspective and intense one. Walking out on that felt like living alone. Learning independence and identity was a grueling, but beautiful thing (and heck, I still am).
"And I've seen your flag on the marble arch, and love is not a victory march.
I've been to a few pride parades and love them- this is not a dig at pride for me. It's a recognition that everything is... so much deeper than pride. Pride is what happens when you are alone at night and telling yourself that you are, truly, okay for being queer. Pride is what happens when you hold your partners hand in public despite being scared. Pride is wearing what you want because it makes you feel good. It's little. Not explosive. (Most of the time).
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.
Pride is to be found in exhales of air, sweat, blood, and tears. It is filled with hardship- with the screams of protests that have gone on longer than we've been alive. The most human hallelujah is not a sweet one. It's the sigh of relief when you come out to somebody and they dont.. leave your life forever. It's the trauma that comes from years, and years, and years of hiding and fear and hatred. And the realization that you have survived and you stand here still today to continue fighting. THAT is hallelujah. And some may never understand. But you do.
his eyes are so beautiful look at my son
I hear this line in Lana’s voice for some reason
Birthday acknowledgment for Kurt And Side rant about my ex
I think the guy I used to "date" lowkey was trying to be Kurt cobain like REALLY BAD. I just remembered this cause today’s Kurt’s birthday right? He said it was his birthday too. Kurt is interested in baby dolls and how the human body works? He CLAIMED he is too. Kurt has stomach issues for some reason he does as well. Not to mention he dressed up as Kurt every year for Halloween and SHITED on Courtney love (which caused me not to like her back then, I was missing out) ANYWAYSSSS! He also pretended to be really smart by using chat gpt to make "scientific study on how to time travel" yada yada lame. Just overall was a weird guy wish I found out I was a lesbian sooner. (Also apparently he killed animals and often talked about killing me if I left him). Long story short he broke up with me because he "didn’t wanna be in a relationship" so that’s that thanks for reading.
Jeff Buckley and Courtney on a "date"
It may seem so basic to post Jeef Buckley but I bought this album over thirty years ago and I still love it!
intro
jaydell ; cismale ; he him
things I'm interested in ; brokeback mountain and donnie darko and call me by your name and the scream and final destination franchise;super natural
artists I like ; jeff buckley radiohead elusin buckshot cyndi lauper the beatles the cranberries and the birthday massacre;
discord : whiteboyoffduty
that's the end of my intro thanks for reading
HELLLOOO!🩷🩷🩷 not sure if your requests are OPEN BUT. I’d love some jeff buckley themed stuff if thats okay?.. DOESNT HAVE TO BE ANYTHING SPECIFIC!
★ 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑭𝑳𝑬𝑺𝑯 𝑰𝑺 𝑺𝑶! ⭒ 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑭𝑳𝑬𝑺𝑯 𝑰𝑺 𝑺𝑶.... ⭒ 𝑵𝑰𝑪𝑬... ★
hi! no need to be shy♡ thanks so much for the ask. i hope you like these. although my requests are open, they might close soon in a few days. so get your requests in if you have any .ᐟ
──── ⠀❛ no need for credit, but it's appreciated. ㅤ♡ྀི ₊
⋆˚࿔‘I cry a puddle of dreams and despair entangled in misery and enlightenment’࿔˚⋆
Happy 58th birthday beautiful boy, you are dearly missed by many! I love you Jeffrey Scott Buckley.
God cursed the world with treacherous penis-ridden meat sacks, causing havoc to what could’ve been peace if only they knew how to keep their crippled genitalia in their underwear. Although my hatred runs deep for those punished with masculinity, Jeff Buckley was a dear apology for God’s mistake. Jeff Buckley was perfect, the only flaw’s he beholds are those human and forgivable yet not a single flaw comes to mind at the thought of Jeff Buckley. He had a special gift; gifted with a poetic soul, the ability to craft lyrics that drive deep into your soul and embed themselves painfully yet comfortably, bringing solace to the heart yet beautiful misery. He could’ve aided in the revolutionization of the male way of thinking, bringing a respectful manner to their demeanour but God knew all too well he was too good for this evil world. Unfortunately Jeff Buckley died 29th May 1997. He is very dearly missed by many and his lyrics continue to pierce and bless the hearts and souls of many.
mourning.
“To understand me you must eat me,
consume every thought that has surpassed the minds of most at my young age,
you will consume the musical magic that has orchestrated my life,
you will see where my wit stems from,
my pain will finally be understood by those other than myself, by you my love,
to eat is to love so consume me and love every part of me,
from the tip of my toes to the top of my head,
every cell that has died and been born within this vessel of which i call my body,
every stream of blood that becomes me you will take into your system and you will feel me,
my emotions will come in waves, washing over you and giving you the guilt i once felt,
for this day,
you will ache like i ache.”
this made sense in my head atleast :|
“Cosmic as fuck”
I have absolutely no idea what im doing with my life, im not im school so im lonely, the situation that has been going on with my ex since we broke a MONTH ago has really been fucking with me. Shes a manipulative, lying piece of motherfucking shit. Im so incredibly lonely and sad i could throw up, ive been running away from my feelings for so long i dont even know what i feel anymore, every inch of me is full of pain. Atleast i have my bestfriend and my vape to keep me marginally on the lines of sanity, im not sane im just trying to manifest it if you get what i mean. I need a cherry cola, a monstrously gigantic bottle of vodka, new lashes and white face paint for my goth makeup, some cigarettes, the whimsical gothic house of my dreams and spotify to allow unlimited songs on my fucking playlist. Its okay though as Im miss world(somebody kill me). One actual positive is the girl ive met recently(i wrote something for her which i will put here) and also i got some new clothes snd a BUNCH of jewellery. Anyway enough of my yap!
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written by your Sweetheart the Drunk🔮
The familiar, melancholic melody travels throughout my electrical system, infusing my delicate heart with a sudden yearning for connection. As each strum of the guitar plucks at the chords of my heartstrings, her angelic features are vividly illustrated in my mind. As the light of day ever so gently caresses her delicately pale complexion, her transfixing features evoke a current of instant attraction throughout the very essence of my soul. The twinkle in her green eyes strikes joy into my heart, while the cherry-blossom tint in her lips and their subtle glossiness ignite a longing to connect mine with hers. Her lustrous waves cascade down her chest, clipped away from her face, allowing me to admire her ethereal allure. Her softly defined jawline fits perfectly within the harmony of her face, and her nose, softly freckled, catches the light exquisitely. Her features, so strongly engraved in my mind, give me the joy of being able to bask in the warmth of her beauty without needing to include my phone in the intimate moments I share with my cat and the moon as I speak my words of love and reverence for her.
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the girl i wrote this about is called angel and shes such an angel oh my god🙌
𝓲 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓮𝔁𝓲𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮₊˚⊹ ࿔
~🔮🌞🥀~
~i find raw emotions beautiful, the ‘uglier’ they are the more beautiful i think they are because its genuine. Im disgusted but also mesmerised by my own emotions. I only ever want to get worse. ive never had any wish to recover. It hurts but its the hurt that i feed off. if thst makes sense. time and time again i tend to imagine myself at the bottom of a tower thats like a prison, sprawled out on the floor. suffering because i’d finally let myself succumb to my mental illness. I dont know if any of this even makes sense.i i think its time for a cigarette🫶💖i dont wanna live(ldr reference) but atleast music is good~
𖦹₊ ⊹Anyway heres a poem~
how to never stop being sad
let the anguish fester inside of you,
let the chilling hands of this demon become your embodiment,
let the waterfall free from the imprisonment of your eyes,
drain yourself of the blood congested in your veins,
drench yourself in the crimson trickling into the crevices of your body,
as if swimming in the deepest body of water,
let yourself drown,
become the sorrows you fear,
depleted as you begin to embrace the void,
leave it free to poison your mind and body till your left an empty carcass,
walk through the simulation of life,
a living dead girl,
the void in your eyes so potent,
let the torment orchestrate your life.
~.°˖✧ 1 of 89 poems ✧˖°.~
im not so sure whether i like the poem or not but its there to read anyway<3🫶💖
~𝜗𝜚
no one really cares for what i have to say, not even my ‘friends’.this blog is like my safe space idk.i spent ages trying to make this perfect.hopefully this post reaches the girls(and non girls) that get it!💖
⋆⭒˚.⋆if your reading this i love you ₊˚⊹ ᰔ
~𝜗𝜚
Song im listening to~
(i do this because i love music and im always listening to music and i like letting people know what im into)
I know - Fiona Apple
everyone on this app is too real i swear. or maybe its just the side of tumblr im on. whatever but i smoked 9 cigarettes today. ive been up for 4 hours. i feel great. ill probably post like poems amd song lyrics on here idk i write poetry. whoever is reading this i love you<3🫶💖
my spotify link because my music taste is amazing🙌
idk this app is my safe space
current song playing -
bag of bones - mitski 🌀
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infp 𖦹 average letterboxd user 𖦹 chronic procrastinator 𖦹 music 24/7 𖦹 daydreamer 𖦹 wistful 𖦹 media consumer 𖦹 extremely queer 𖦹 disembodied even 𖦹 physical media owner 𖦹 thoughts swirling constantly 𖦹 a24 movie lover luca guadagnino movie personified 𖦹 fiona apple 𖦹 jeff buckley 𖦹 adrianne lenker 𖦹 a quick one before the eternal worm devours connecticut 𖦹 is it better to speak or to die 𖦹
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challengers 𖦹 aftersun 𖦹 yellowjackets 𖦹 dear evan hansen 𖦹 a little life 𖦹 the hunger games 𖦹 the maze runner 𖦹 the goldfinch 𖦹 the secret history 𖦹 call me by your name 𖦹 aristotle and dante discover the secret of the universe 𖦹 panic west side story (2021) 𖦹 hamilton 𖦹 all quiet on the western front (2022) 𖦹 pinball 𖦹 the iliad 𖦹 ethel cain 𖦹 i saw the tv glow 𖦹 the edge of seventeen 𖦹 beautiful boy 𖦹 birds
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