I have managed to resist for three days not to post how much I hate that we move the clocks, but I can’t resist any longer. I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT. I am so fucking tired. All I want to do is get back into bed. Did this not affect me as badly when I was a child? I do not remember reacting this badly when I was a kid. Am I just so totally devoted to my internal sense of time? Why is it like this!? Why am I like this? ARGH.
*insert the gif of the panda destroying an office here*
I wrote ‘I Would’ in a moment where I thought I did not want to be where I was. With the ocean as my only consolation, I sang to my future and the reminder that darkness always breaks, realizing I could orient myself toward that promise. Singing this song with Apartment Sessions in Iceland, I revisited my endless gratitude for the Earth and all she provides, but this time I was singing to my present self and my fellow humans, in awe of a life that had delivered me to that moment. — Erin Bentlage
Lots of “rip to Jonathon Harker but I’m different” posts going around the Dracula daily tag. I’m here to say that I’m NOT different and if I was in a foreign country where everybody was on their knees crying begging me not to go visit a haunted castle I would in fact visit that haunted castle even faster. YES I would regret it YES I would get killed by vampires YES my curiosity is my fatal flaw but at least I wouldn’t have to live through the whole train ride back across Europe second-guessing whether the locals where gaslighting me or not
