Porcelain Fists

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9 years ago

ApartmentViews

beaut

10 years ago

Angelina-Rose Zappettini

Thinking of you most everyday,but your memories are slipping away from me.L.L.A.G.B,jj

10 years ago

Rebekah Elsdon

I love this song, really love the tune but when the girl starts to sing it is really scary. Or it is just me. As I am strange but I'm unique and that is the way I like it.

11 years ago

MsIngrid

I really wish this was officially released. :( Please, Ingrid?

11 years ago

Angie Zhang

this is so deep.

11 years ago

MsIngrid

Does anyone know if this is still sold??

11 years ago

Ciarra Perry

oh im sorry i didnt see the a. i thought your comment just said about bulimic and yeah. sorry.

11 years ago

SavedBySwift

Yeah, did she know someone who was bulimic, or...

11 years ago

Ciarra Perry

you mean bulimia...?

11 years ago

Madison Chisholm

I love this song!!

11 years ago

turtlesfun

wrong your, it should be you're!!!

12 years ago

SavedBySwift

I tried to make myself sick last week.

12 years ago

SavedBySwift

What motivated her to write this? I guess that it's about a bulimic, but does anyone know who it was?

12 years ago

Raindrops

This song is AMAZING! Her music never sounds bad

12 years ago

SavedBySwift

Are you OK now? Personal message me if you ever need to talk :)

12 years ago

Noelle Chantel

I talking about the toilet (which is porcelain) that the girl holds onto (hands are fists) to throw up into..

12 years ago

youngauthorforever13

Oh my God, this is beautiful. Beyond words

12 years ago

Monica Martin

It's supposed to represent fragility.

12 years ago

Zandria66

i love this song. i love ingrid michaelson, i mean no one can write songs like her

12 years ago

Tori Judd

Second verse always gets me. My friend was showing signs of bulimia about a year ago, and once I'd all but caught her. She managed to make up an unconvincing lie, and I wanted so badly to believe it, I pretended to. Around the same time, I was self-mutilating. Coincidentally, one of my favourite spots to cut were the palms of my hands (there's easy excuses: I fell, I broke a dish at work and had to clean it up, I was climbing a tree.) She never asked but she knew. I knew. We barely said a word.