#music journal
I keep monthly playlists as journals. I started June last night.
May’s playlist, which is now complete, can be found here.
This man is so fucking talented. Beyond incredibly talented. I wish I knew him in real life. I wish I could be his friend. His music is so delicate, yet so hard-hitting and intense. Like stained-glass tissue paper, he always somehow manages to leave his presence everywhere. Like the slow, soft, pierce of a dull push-pin slowly going through fabric - not because the point is sharp enough, but because there’s something behind it pushing it with such dogged determination that’s just on the verge of giving up before it punctures. I love his music so much. He’s such a talented, sad man.I wish I could give him a hug. I hope he lives forever.
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(These pages were made four months apart)
I tried to forget you months ago, and failed miserably. I can’t stop thinking about you, dreaming about you, writing about you etc. I think it’s silly to try and force you out of my head, so I’m not going to do that again. I’m just going to let time take its course, let all the memories of you disappear into dust and hopefully I’ll fix myself in the process.
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Absence makes the heart sob like a fucking pussy until your eyes are red and puffy and you’re lying in bed for days in an unwashed jumper with Keaton Henson and Adele playing in your headphones, while surrounded by piles of used tissues, and poetry books, and his face is still plastered on the insides of your eyelids. Everything hurts so much, and I wish I could stop loving him.
“If you must die, sweetheart, die knowing your life was my life’s best part” - “You” by Keaton Henson
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Last week, Kodaline and a couple other Ireland-based bands came to my city to perform for St. Patrick’s day and it was just an awesome experience so I had to make a journal page.
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