dear diary

like there comes a point where you think something is fundamentally wrong with you. and then it turns out it’s just Friday and you haven’t washed your hair in three days and maybe you’re also just a little lonely and the combination of all three of those things is whittling a hole into your chest every time you breathe. but also the sun’s up. and you’ve survived everything so far, so you’ll survive this too, even if it hurts, even if you have to survive it many times.

ohhh I understand . the point of life is music

i hope you threw a brick right into that stained glass, i hope you’re with someone who isn’t scared to ask, i hope you’re not losing sleep about what’s next, or about your soul, and what he might do with it btw

every depressed person you know is posting noah kahan’s album announcement like their husband just returned from war

no matter how bad things are there will always be music no matter how bad things are there will always be music no matter how bad things are there will always be music no matter how bad things are there will always be music no matter how bad things are there will always be music