nina cried power is an actual masterpiece because it has all four types of songs you need: a power song to walk majestic to, a ballad to run with the faeries and cry to, a song to dance weirdly in your room to, a slow song to sit at a fireplace and watch the rain and hear the rain to.
nina cried power: standing hand-and-hand with other marchers at your first protest, waking up in the middle of the night and feeling completely alive, looking into a mirror and wholeheartedly loving yourself
nfwmb: laying with your head on your girlfriend’s lap as she pets your hair in front of a fireplace, cheering your s.o. on as they take over the world, wearing black eyeliner and red lipstick and making out
moment’s silence (common tongue): finally kissing somebody you’ve wanted to kiss for years, hearing high heels clack on a marble floor, feeling warm hands around your own
shrike: being held so tight you can barely breath but never wanting them to let go, turning into the driveway of someone you’ve been missing, the feeling of nails down your back