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Love my dyed hair 💜

I’m so horrible with words I hate it

About you by the 1975. I think when it comes to picking a favorite song out of all my favorite songs, this is the one. Ima try my best to put into words how much this song means to me. When I first listened to this song, I immediately fell in love with the instrumental. It pulled me in before I even understood the lyrics or the meaning behind it. Later when I looked into the band and song more, I got even more attached to it. This song feels haunting in a very beautiful way. Like missing or yearning for something I’ve never actually had. The instrumental alone feels so emotional, but once the lyrics hit you, it hurts even more. I can listen to it on repeat without ever getting tired of it. Everything about it feels painfully beautiful, a literal piece of art that captures nostalgia, love, and loss all at once.

I yearn for this type of life on the daily.

I forget I know how to play one of the most beautiful instruments in the world. Life has been so busy it has pushed me away from what I love doing most. Playing piano was one of my escapes from the world. Just me and my piano. Though it is stressful playing it at times, it brings me so much peace and comfort. It amazes me how beautiful this instrument sounds and I can just play my favorite songs on it.

Life is strange my favorite story game of all time. This game is so perfect and so incredibly good. It’s actually one of those games that change your perspective and the way you see life. This game really teaches you that all choices has a consequence. Found this game when I was 12, and ever since have been obsessed. It’s so comforting and I love the soft, teen, college, Oregon vibe to it. This game brings me so much comfort and it’s definitely a game I would want to live in some alternate universe.

Words can’t explain how much this era means to me

Craving a trip like this so bad

Theres something about southern gothic spaces that feel so personal to me especially the religious ones. Old churches, run down homes, the stillness in them I don’t find them creepy in the way others do. It feels familiar to me but I can’t explain it. I grew up around religion, hearing about god, confession, the idea of being watched over by him, of right and wrong carrying enteral weight, hearing things like “ you’ll go to hell” if you do something wrong. As a kid that was honestly so scary in ways I didn’t understand at the time. Now that I’m older, I think growing up around religion has affected me a lot and in ways I’m still trying to understand. I find myself overthinking a lot and getting lost in my thoughts when where I feel like if I don’t do things a certain way, something will go wrong or I won’t be forgiven. I’ve steeped away from that and come to my own beliefs but the atmosphere of it still runs through me. But I think some of that fear still shows up in how I think and feel. When I see this aesthetic like the churches, the homes, worn down religious places, it doesn’t feel as frightening anymore. It feels strangely comforting. It’s a mix of strange emotions, calming in a way I can’t explain.