no matter, little one.
I'm twenty one, halfway to the other end and into twenty two, and there is still nothing more relaxing and enjoyable than Disney soundtracks.
All at once, everything looks different // now that I see you....
I need to watch Tangled again. It surprised me how absolutely I loved that movie.
It's almost four in the morning and I'm wide awake. That is a terrible, horrible thing.
There's this song by Ron Pope called Everything that depresses me to no end for no reason. I think it's this guy's voice. He just sound so sad. So hopeless. He convinces me with every verse that love is hopeless and that I should crawl in to a ball of sadness and weep until the end of time.
Seriously. In the middle of a beautiful, sunny day of happy life, I listen to this song and just collapse inside myself and convince myself that I'm a terribly sad little creature and life is barely worth living.
You said loving me is a great mistake // cause I have never loved myself // and I am sorry if you felt // that maybe you could offer help to someone like me
It takes a great artist to depress a perfectly happy human for no reason.
And then there's the song called In My Bones. I have never experienced a relationship that ended in the manner sang of in the song. I have few experiences that I can connect with in this song. And when I listen to it, I belt it at the entire extent of my voice, until I'm heaving and on the verge of tears.
~music with Ari
I so very much want to ramble about life, because I have not had the catharsis that is unloading life in to words, no matter how little sense I ever make. Journaling is pretty much the only therapy I have. Which is just well and fine, because it's kind of the only therapy I need.
So. Um. Life... and stuff. I'm out of shape. We'll call this a warm up. Maybe tomorrow I'll find some words hanging around, that maybe want to become sentences.
All at once, everything looks different // now that I see you....
I need to watch Tangled again. It surprised me how absolutely I loved that movie.
It's almost four in the morning and I'm wide awake. That is a terrible, horrible thing.
There's this song by Ron Pope called Everything that depresses me to no end for no reason. I think it's this guy's voice. He just sound so sad. So hopeless. He convinces me with every verse that love is hopeless and that I should crawl in to a ball of sadness and weep until the end of time.
Seriously. In the middle of a beautiful, sunny day of happy life, I listen to this song and just collapse inside myself and convince myself that I'm a terribly sad little creature and life is barely worth living.
You said loving me is a great mistake // cause I have never loved myself // and I am sorry if you felt // that maybe you could offer help to someone like me
It takes a great artist to depress a perfectly happy human for no reason.
And then there's the song called In My Bones. I have never experienced a relationship that ended in the manner sang of in the song. I have few experiences that I can connect with in this song. And when I listen to it, I belt it at the entire extent of my voice, until I'm heaving and on the verge of tears.
~music with Ari
I so very much want to ramble about life, because I have not had the catharsis that is unloading life in to words, no matter how little sense I ever make. Journaling is pretty much the only therapy I have. Which is just well and fine, because it's kind of the only therapy I need.
So. Um. Life... and stuff. I'm out of shape. We'll call this a warm up. Maybe tomorrow I'll find some words hanging around, that maybe want to become sentences.