What I Say: Country Music Blows

love being trusted with “you cant tell anyone this” conversations and nodding a lot and forgetting everything they told me like god intended and going down as a trustworthy individual while doing literally zero work of ill or good

anxiety brain: IM GOING TO DIE ALONE AND UNCARED FOR

the other side of my brain which is wearing a hawaiian shirt: [cracks another sparkling water] yeah probably

y'all ever get hit with the realization when you’re in the middle of doing something like, whoa, what the fucking shit this is real life. like this is happening right now. not even when its something crazy i mean when you’re like doing the laundry or some shit

help there is too much enrichment in my enclosure

girl help there is not enough enrichment in my enclosure

I love how with most bands their instagram is all very official but then you turn to AJJ and it’s like “here’s a lizard I met and also Sean did a sick kick flip yesterday”

Okay what the HELL do you mean by pop punk cover of funeral??

BEHOLD

they’re horse girls confirmed

very specific Julien Baker lyrics that fucc me up

But I think there’s a god and he hears either way …. i rejoice

Maybe it’s all gonna turn out alright and I know that its not but I have to believe that it is 

maybe the emptiness is just a lesson in canvasses

and besides I’m starting to get used to the gap

pinned to the mattress like an insect to styrofoam/ all my prayers are just apologies

Grit my teeth and try to act deserving / When I know there’s nowhere I can hide from your humiliating grace …. and I would go to church on sunday

rom the sting, paper sheets, bloodwork and the IV / And the whirring machines while the nurses reassure me

(I know I shouldn’t act this way in public)

But I’ve kissed enough bathroom sinks to make up for the lovers that never loved me/ And I know my body is just dirty clothes

And I just let the parking lot swallow me up / Choking your tires, and kicking up dust / Asking aloud why you’re leaving / But the pavement won’t answer me

Person A: I need a nap

Person B: You always need a nap

Ann Southam - Boat, Moon, River from: Ann Southam, Violet Archer, Robert Daigneault – Electronic Music By Canadian Composers - Volume I (Melbourne, 1974)