meg ivy brunning
writing whatever is on my mind and about music i really like (and sometimes don't like) ... or something like that <3
Happier Than Ever (Billie Eilish): Review.
Happier Than Ever Review : 5 stars (★★★★★) ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ “Which is ironic because when I wasn't honest / I was still being ignored / (lying for attention / just to get neglection.) ”
I've Decided That I Like Football (Kinda).
I have never understood football. I know this won't make sense to a lot of you, but for me it was always like watching paint dry. Painful ... and boring.
home is where the heart is ... right?! / bittersweet interlude.
Home is where the heart is ... right?! (Poem). and they tell me “home is where the heart is” and to not get so disinterested so quickly. but how can i not? if my home is built of my heart, a place for it to beat and seek solace, then why does it feel so wrong?
Side Effects of Grief.
These last few years haven't been too kind to me, I think I can tell you that much, in full confidence. I’m not here to complain, nor brag, that’s never my intention, I have enough time of my own to host my own 'one person pity parties', I don’t need to invite anyone else along. However, it's never hurt to express how I've been feeling and after many therapy sessions, I don't mind the thought of strangers knowing about how I'm feeling too. I hope you can find some solace in this piece somewhere.
ramblings from someone who hasn't slept that much.
March 12th 2021. In dreams that were usually tinted in a pink hue or full of encounters with celebrities, or even me and my friends exploring places new and others that feel familiar in some way or another, I never thought you would enter them. Nothing against you, I used to dream of you when I was younger. I would dream about summer days, exploring places or you teaching me how to ride a bike.
I've Seen Better Days: Why I Can't Go To Hospitals Anymore.
I never liked hospitals, they were always too clean. I remember how squeaky the floors were, the last time I had visited the hospital was when I was 12, high as hell off painkillers because I had broken my ankle from a freak dancing incident (we don’t need to talk about it, I’m still recovering!).
Sour Made Me Scream and Cry: You Heard It Here First!
Sour is an album for the bittersweet and I am more than sure I am one of them. ꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ࿐꒱
Who The Hell Cries Outside of a Subway?!
The sun was shining today, I had to put sunglasses on. It’s February. The wind was kicking me in the ass, as me and Gabby walked around town. I saw something I didn’t want to see and had to take a minute to sit down and try not to cry. Then I heard the sounds of an ambulance and really?! It was as if something — or someone — was up there, willing me to have a breakdown outside of a fucking Subway. Who the fuck cries outside of a Sub-well I mean I nearly did but managed to gather it together until me and Gabby were sat outside the pub that’s been closed for months-way?!