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HALSEY Hand That Feeds (2025)

INSANE.

One Last Dance

Halsey performing at Toyota Pavilion at Concord in California on May 10th as part of the For My Last Trick Tour.

"it's all in your head" correct! unfortunately I am also in there

March 11, 2025 | Halsey posted a snippet of a NEW SONG via Instagram stories!

Ah-ah! Does a story die with its narrator? Ah-ah! Surely it's forgotten soon or later. Ah-ah! Hope they spell my name right in the paper. Ah-ah! In here lies t h e g r e a t i m p e r s o n a t o r .

the end.

Ah-ah! Does a story die with its narrator? Ah-ah! Surely it's forgotten soon or later. Ah-ah! Hope they spell my name right in the paper. Ah-ah! In here lies t h e g r e a t i m p e r s o n a t o r .

Daisies (Vera Chytilová, 1966)

It’s gettin’ real, you lock the door, you’re drunk at the steering wheel and I can’t conceal

HALSEY for about-face beauty

HALSEY for If I Can't Have Love, I Want Power film; behind the scenes (2021).

YOU SHOULD BE SAD

ED RUSCHA b.1937 QUESTION? (E. 186)

Lithograph, 1989, signed in pencil, dated and numbered 8/35 (total edition includes nine artist's proofs), on Rives BFK wove paper, with the blindstamp of the publisher, Hamilton Press, Venice, California, framed sheet: 686 by 916 mm 27 by 36 in

manic by halsey — opaque violet variant (target exclusive)

Mary Queen of Scots & James VI/I in Mary Queen of Scots (2013)

Mary Queen of Scots (2013) - a queen who lost three kingdoms, a wife who lost three husbands, a woman who lost her head.

"Elizabeth, my dear cousin, this will be the last of my unsent letters. Tomorrow there will no longer be two queen of England. Will you have the courage to face me ?"

HALSEY's discography

Original tumblr girl you wouldn’t understand

Aging is cruel.

Pages of a book stuck between fingers.

You lick and lick and they stay attached

refusing to peel apart.

Hair like dryer lint, lifting in the wind

whisping away, fragile thing.

A ghost of years past

and on your face, the betrayal of truth.

Hubris washed off, and confidence broken.

Heart in shambles, the failures of relationships end.

Jobs lost and children angry.

Revealing the lonely ranks of insecurity.

I know nothing.

I am nothing.

I never was.

You are nothing too

but you posture, with your youth.

And maybe, that is good enough

while it lasts.

- Senescence. 2025

Cinderella (2015) + Costumes

Ella's white, blue, pink & yellow wedding dress.

// requested by anonymous

CINDERELLA 2015 ― Dir. Kenneth Branagh

I am hanging from a hook in the ceiling

like animal carcass.

I am splayed open, salted and tenderized.

My fatty bits sectioned off with bakers twine.

Red juices weep from my wounds.

Not blood, but the meat sweating

for better flavor.

A heavy palm comes down hard on my rump.

He lifts from the flank.

He samples the breast.

Hunger animates his body but he knows he must wait until the meat is ready.

He massages oils into the fibrous texture.

Working it in with the strong flat pads of his thumbs and fingers.

The meat is shivering.

The meat is shaking.

I’m told this is a chemical process.

Even once dead and removed from the body,

the meat dances on the table.

Due to the residual energy and nerve endings present in the tissue.

The flesh will twitch.

But it must be ready.

When it is ready he’ll carve it off in slabs,

and drop them into his mouth;

a mouse falling into the mouth of a snake

hanging by the tail.

He’ll glide the knife under the muscle

and it will slide down his throat

but it must be ready.

The meat is hanging but will not dry.

It drips

and drips

more juices.

The air is escaping.

The tendons are loosening.

He ties her off again and again.

Soon little lamb.

Soon.

- MEAT 2024

Lucky (All Or Nothing!)