Sunday, February 12, 2023

All my life, I never wanted to fight πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸŽ΅πŸŽ΅πŸŽ΅πŸŽΈπŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸŽΉπŸŽΆπŸŽΆπŸŽΆπŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—stop for a second and breathe πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸŽ΅πŸŽ΅πŸŽ΅πŸŽΈπŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸŽΉπŸŽΆπŸŽΆπŸŽΆπŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—

 OMG! Does this AlexRainBird ever fail in their monthly playlists, I think they don't!πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—

Thank you million times for this! πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸŽ΅πŸŽ΅πŸŽ΅πŸŽΈπŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸŽΉπŸŽΆπŸŽΆπŸŽΆπŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—

I would dig up the loads of new music all day and night, if only I had time...

But I have you to do that and give me this.

This is why I love indie music. Because I come across poetry, the emotions coinciding with my own thoughts and state of mind, and I am soooooo haaaaaaappy when that happens. πŸ˜ŠπŸ’—

Like it is happening now. 😊😊😊

I love feminine gentleness in men. πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸŽ΅πŸŽ΅πŸŽ΅πŸŽΈπŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸŽΉπŸŽΆπŸŽΆπŸŽΆπŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—

And I never wanted to fight. πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸŽ΅πŸŽ΅πŸŽ΅πŸŽΈπŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸŽΉπŸŽΆπŸŽΆπŸŽΆπŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—

Loooooove Sorry Girls from Montreal, Heather and Dylan, sooooo much! πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸŽ΅πŸŽ΅πŸŽ΅πŸŽΈπŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸŽΉπŸŽΆπŸŽΆπŸŽΆπŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—

Sorry Girls - Breath  πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸŽ΅πŸŽ΅πŸŽ΅πŸŽΈπŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸŽΉπŸŽΆπŸŽΆπŸŽΆπŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—


πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸŽ΅πŸŽ΅πŸŽ΅πŸŽΈπŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸŽΉπŸŽΆπŸŽΆπŸŽΆπŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—





πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’— Heather Foster Kirkpatrick πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—
 

Can more Heathers step up and push the plastic, rubber, metal (+ other materials) ugly women away?

And, oooooh what a coincidence! I was watching a baloon ride in Slovenia today preparing for my short city break this week and thinking about whether to try it or not, and then I came across thiiiiis, amaaaaazing! Looooove baloooons! πŸ˜ŠπŸ˜ŠπŸ˜ŠπŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—

So warm and gentle. πŸ˜ŠπŸ˜ŠπŸ˜ŠπŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—
                                     BREATHE 

 πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸŽ΅πŸŽ΅πŸŽ΅πŸŽΈπŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸŽΉπŸŽΆπŸŽΆπŸŽΆπŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—

I have no more expectations

The clouds erase the dream

Blue skies awaken to cover me

And I start to believe in

My inner life

The eye that's sweet and watches me

Broken as the memories I lost

That all my promises came before

Tiptoe round your heart at the start

Til the fantasy leaves

Where you thought it would always live

You let it linger, stuck in a split screen

And then you stop for a second and breathe

πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸŽ΅πŸŽ΅πŸŽ΅πŸŽΈπŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸŽΉπŸŽΆπŸŽΆπŸŽΆπŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—

Stop for a second and breathe

Stop for a second and breathe

Stop for a second and breathe in

πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸŽ΅πŸŽ΅πŸŽ΅πŸŽΈπŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸŽΉπŸŽΆπŸŽΆπŸŽΆπŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—

You were waiting in the reeds

Where the river meets the trees

Clouds erase the breeze

You're closer to me

And I'm starting to plead

How many times do you dare?

Do you, do you?

Why won't you let me be?

You keep me closer to the edge

Hold on to the parts you left

πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸŽ΅πŸŽ΅πŸŽ΅πŸŽΈπŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸŽΉπŸŽΆπŸŽΆπŸŽΆπŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—

Tiptoe round your heart at the start

Til the fantasy leaves

Where you thought it would always live

You let it linger, stuck in a split screen

And then you stop for a second and breathe

πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸŽ΅πŸŽ΅πŸŽ΅πŸŽΈπŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸŽΉπŸŽΆπŸŽΆπŸŽΆπŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—

Stop for a second and breathe

Stop for a second and breathe

Stop for a second and breathe in

Stop for a second and breathe

Stop for a second and breathe

Stop for a second and breathe in

πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸŽ΅πŸŽ΅πŸŽ΅πŸŽΈπŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸŽΉπŸŽΆπŸŽΆπŸŽΆπŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—

(All my life, I never wanted to fight

All my life, I never wanted to fight

All my life, I never wanted to fight

All my life)

πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸŽ΅πŸŽ΅πŸŽ΅πŸŽΈπŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸŽΉπŸŽΆπŸŽΆπŸŽΆπŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—

Stop for a second, stop for a second and breathe

Stop for a second, stop for a second and breathe

Stop for a second, stop for a second and breathe

Stop for a second, stop for a second and breathe

πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸŽ΅πŸŽ΅πŸŽ΅πŸŽΈπŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—πŸŽΉπŸŽΆπŸŽΆπŸŽΆπŸ’—πŸ’—πŸ’—