Look, it’s hard to tell people how you feel, what’s going on, the tides pushing and pulling. The magic on hold.
Time was when a mixtape was that bridge, or the spin of a well-intentioned record eliciting its own waltz about a candlelit room with the object of one’s adoration.
It’s an emotional world, it is. Thus TVD HQ’s recurring fuel for your fires and mixtapes. Between the sheets and between the lines—encouraged.
