we dance to all the wrong songs.
spent the first hour of my 22nd in a jamming studio.
wouldnt have it any other way though.
" And then suddenly there was this huge mechanical failure and one of the engines gave out, and they started just falling thirty-thousand feet, and the pilots on the microphone and he’s saying “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, oh my god... I'm sorry” and apologizing.
And she looks at the man and says “Where are we going?” and he looks at her and he says “We’re going to a party. It’s a birthday party. It’s your birthday party. Happy birthday darling. We love you very, very, very, very, very, very, very much. ”
ocd.
things become reality only when people have names for it.
maybe if i had known what it was then, ill be pretty fucked now.
if there's a feeling, a vision or sensation you dont know how to describe and dont have a name for,
maybe its better left unknown.
or maybe its too beautiful to be a reality and would be better off as that emotion only you are familiar with.
still, i dont forget how it feels like.
because that could have been me today.
that desire to be normal never goes away,
but we're all the better because of it.