Tag: eight
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Eight wrote this in 2022.
it’s images like this i’d live and die for kept securely within my chest, a less piercing form of homesickness more beautiful – you aren’t here and yet i feel – and i want you -as if you were in the next room it’s been years and i am just now telling you things that…
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Be The Fletcher To My Island
Sometimes having DID and headmates that are JUST as talented as you at both the same things – and different ones – is a fuckin’ gas, y’all. Back in 2014-ish I wrote a poem that turned into one of my better-known songs about a crush of mine. It was called “My Island”. I was obsessed…
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Hi, I (Allēna) am back in front and low-key panicking…
I know that the people who know me will probably be like “what else is new” but I’ve honestly been so hung up on the fact that it’s been ten years since Xavier died this month that I forgot that all of the albums that I wrote and recorded in the wake of losing him…
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Eight made this three years ago, I think.
It’s based off our song “Ten Million Nevers“, which was released in 2017. It gets more and more eerily timely with every passing year. -Allēna
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“treasure trove” by Eight, 2022
These are the things I keep tuckedbeneath my ribcagethat the last remaining part that is humanin me tries to keep hidden – my anger at death is just longing indisguisesociety is too scared to let me havemy anger is really passionand fear (except for the dull ache that livesbeneath my bottom left rib) (he wants…
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Eight wrote this in 2022. It’s called “salome”.
my teen years taught me nothing of importance except how to write clear and deepabout what hurtsI’ve written enough by now to fill a small library, solook back with me – I prayed for an ideal in cold rooms and I still became the only one who couldsave me you look at me at my…
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The Art of Finding Ways (Or Making Them)
Hey, everyone! I’m currently writing on here as my love Hawthorne works on their story back East as a form of body doubling in spirit. I’m a bit tired and they’re Writer’s blocked to fuck, so knowing that the other is writing is helping both of us get shit done. I did similarly with Zelda…
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The Perils of Being Private
Hey, everyone. My name is Tamsin (he/him). I was recently dormant for around a year, and it seems that I have emerged in the midst of a cascading shitshow and frankly I’m annoyed at Eight. Allēna alluded to a PTSD attack of epic proportions yesterday, and that’s due to Eight going through a whole lot…
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Not Being The Hero
Hey, everyone. This is Fen. Today was difficult, there are no two ways about it. Eight was in front for most of it, and he started feeling really stressed out about all the shit he had to get done. So he started talking to Emerson’s attorney alter Castor dragged through the mud the other day…