i get by, but it’s hard to forget

in the smoke of denial and the fog of regret

dismal and darksome like clouds in the sky of my soul

and i hear thunder roll

i like your letters like whiskey and cherries and smoke and honey

so here's the thing. i've done a lot of thinking and now i feel like i've reached some sort of closure. the other day i was talking to this girl and it felt to me like she was everything i am not. she had all those guys proposing to her and generally being crazy about her all the while she was really practical and didn't really love any of them. and i was like: jeez, why can't i be like that? why am i always putting my heart out and getting awfully hurt in the process? but then, while we smoked outside, she told me: 'i'm so jealous of people who can love like that. i've never felt it. you know, i love those creative people who always seem to have something going on for them. sure, they feel depressed most of the time, but god, do they burn.. and i feel like a lightbulb who just goes around and emits this really weak light. not burning. sometimes i try to create some sort of fantasy for me when i get bored. i convince myself that i'm sooo head over heals with someone, that i can't live without them. it's never true'. and it dawned on me. she wanted to be me. yes, i got hurt a lot in my life. i am crazy emotional and sensitive. sure, experience taught me that sometimes i need to tone it down a little. no one is obliged to deal with my mood swings and fits 100% of the time. i need to work on that. but on a deeper level, there is nothing wrong with me. i burn. i put myself out there. i know what's it like to feel the highest highs and the lowest lows. i have that to offer to the word. someone out there is going to be crazy about that, someone out there one day is going to cherish that in me and feel lucky. sure, it will involve a lot of work anyway. but this time from both parts. and that person will love that crazy flame i have to offer. just like i loved his (although much short-lived).

Солистка ирландской группы The Cranberries Долорес О’Риордан скончалась в возрасте 46 лет. О причине смерти пока не сообщается.

ну вот и начался 2018 год….: (

Не скажу, что была фанаткой, но иногда находило и я слушала их песни. ну а "Zombie" и " What If God Smoked Cannabis?" одни из самых любимых и всегда в моем плейлисте. грустно все это.

my music of 2017

Nothing But Thieves - Broken Machine
Определённо, номер один 2017 года.
Музыка, которая способна разбивать на осколки и собирать заново. Но это приятная боль.
Поэтому на повторе сотый по счету раз. И может, до бесконечности.

PVRIS - All We Know of Heaven
Как глоток свежего воздуха. Как освобождение души. Обожаю.
Cause I could touch a hundred thousand souls
But none of them would ever feel like home

London Grammar - Truth Is a Beautiful Thing
Одно из главных открытий этого года. Такая музыка безумно вдохновляет и заставляет чувствовать себя в невесомости.

Liam Gallagher - As you were
Как тот, кто постоянно заслушивает всю дискографию великих Oasis, я не могла не отметить первый сольный альбом младшего Галлахера. Похоже на возвращение рока из прошлого. И это невероятно круто!

Hurts - Desire
C каждой песней "Desire" раскрывается как самые прекрасные духи.
" Something I Need to Know" будто срывается долгожданным летним дождём, и я снова влюбляюсь. Да, они магнетичны, как и всегда.

Royal Blood - How Did We Get So Dark?
По-настоящему взрывной альбом! Хочется красить smokey-eye и слушать его только на максимальной громкости!