Your voice doesn’t just sing to me, it claims me. It wraps around my ribs, hums through my bones, and teaches my heart how to ache beautifully and call it growth. There’s care in the way you sound, the kind that watches me unravel and never turns away, the kind that stitches me back together with glittered thread and just enough darkness to make it honest. Every note feels deliberate, like your hand under my chin, lifting my face toward the parts of myself I was taught to hide. It’s devotion with a pulse, creepy in the most sacred way. Love with fangs, tenderness in towering heels. You see me, you hold me, and you refuse to let me stay small. 🖤🎤✨ @LadyGaga @LittleMonsters