I wish I knew how to talk to you.
Favorite shopping of the year…..time to order my Autumn supply of WEN.
Time for a new journal :)
Hopefully this one will be filled with better memories in time to come.
Trying to remember to photograph my makeup more often.
I just miss him.
Going through old photography.
"….a wall of noise crashes through us, washing us clean. Like when we are on the edge of coming and the whole world blows right open for a second and we can see all the way to the center where everything is still. Guitar so loud, we can feel it in our chest. Someone else’s hair in our faces and someone else’s knuckles in our teeth and sometimes when it’s really good, a current charges from body to body and everyone around us is part of it, part of us, part of the drumbeat thundering through us so hard our breathing shifts to follow its pulse. Music turns us inside out with hunger, the need to hurt ourselves, get drunk, fuck, punch strangers, the need to take off all our clothes and run in the grass screaming, the need to get in a car and drive off in the middle of the night with a pack of strangers. We let the music shake us loose from the moorings of our bodies and hearts and brains, until we are nothing but sex and sweat and fists and hot, hot light”
- “All Our Pretty Songs”
Just discovered this book and holy hell, FINALLY some material that just gets what it is to love music/shows/bands so passionately. And that’s just one amazing part of the book.
and the writing…..just damn. Each moment is pure poetic beauty.
I love our sunsets.