i’m giving you permission to be the main character.

babe, you’re so special and you deserve to romanticize your life a little. i just thought you should hear that today. who else is going to do it for you?

i mean…i can try with music.

i’ve held on so tightly to these songs while bombing hills (and pulling rocks out of my bloody knees), while licking emotional wounds, while basking in sweet loneliness as my bread overproofs, while sobbing midday on a walk down wilshire boulevard, while hopelessly stuck in stalemate between my anxiety and depression. in turn, these soundwaves have held me together like nothing else could. i can’t explain what it is about these in particular — there’s absolutely no semblance of cohesion here, much like the rest of my brain, it’s operating on its own wavelength. maybe they were all made to cradle one of these feelings or another. maybe they were made to hold me together. maybe they can hold you together, too?