While the last thing survivors need is more blame, our society supports a narrative that blames the objectively innocent party because the blatantly guilty party has spent their entire lives fabricating a persona and we’re just being human, and human psychology is quite counterintuitive especially in the context of trauma.
Never actually understand, even if they try, because all they see is you, on fire, screaming about the arsonist that no one ever sees, and who has been spreading lies about your alleged mental instability, deceptive personality, etc.
Anyways, I especially relate to her midnights becoming afternoons, complex PTSD often leads to this phenomenon, whether due to purposeful sleep deprivation by the abuser, or just hyper vigilance associated with the PTSD, along with the fear of facing people, especially your loved ones, who funny how you say the words domestic violence, abuse, abuse survivor and boom the subject changes. The abuser has no anxieties, no emotional pain, or salience/memory for that matter, so the survivor appears to be the crazy one, obsessed with the abuse and that buzzword that seems to ignite arguments about diagnosing people without a degree, etc. I believe this is another amazingly on point and nuanced commentary on the insanity that follows emotionally abusive relationships. You didn't call me, (call me, call me, call me)Īll my friends are wasted (all my friends are wasted) Slumber and I'm stuck here with the vultures If you're up right now, hope you hear what I'm saying The rest of us are praying that the sand will leave a tan Hip-hop and the propaganda say they name brand (name brand)īut I done seen how the, did my main man (main man)ĭying is for real, niggas dying off of pills, niggaįridays are for chill and I escaped the treachery Poppin' the polar opposite to the NZT (uh) We reinvent the wheel just to fall asleep at it, skrrr Pharmacy addict hit the Wall Street traffic, took the car It will beat, it will burn, burn, burn your love into the groundĭo you get lonely? Sure, I get lonely, sometimes I will not waiver, heart will not wait its turn Only human in the heaving heat of the animalsīitter brown salt, stinging on my tongue and I Watch it all go down, below.We open with the vultures, kissing the cannibals
Meanwhile, Tinashe is content in a car by herself while you and your friends are on the sidewalk making a sloppy mess. The rest of the video captures all the different groups of people you come across while you wait in a long, never-ending line outside a club. My eyes are black and red, I'm crawling back to your bed." I mean, the chorus is "All my friends are wasted, and I hate this club.
"All My Friends" is the type of song people listen to when they're drunk and lonely and missing someone that is a bad influence on them. (Because that's what most women do late at night when they have deep thoughts brewing in their minds.)Īs the camera moves on to the main scene, you'll feel a little dizzy, but don't be alarmed-this is definitely an intentional effect. The newly released music video directed by Mister Whitmore starts off with Tinashe sitting alone on a rooftop with New York City's skyline lit up behind her.
All my friends are wasted my eyes are black and red how to#
London duo Snakehips knows exactly how to make you feel like you don't need anybody, especially with their latest single, "All My Friends," featuring Tinashe and Chance The Rapper.
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