April 2012
March 2012
Music from the band The Pains of Being Pure at Heart makes me feel so much. It makes me want to run and jump and yell and cry all at the same time. It makes me feel free. It makes me feel all of the seasons at once; like the most magical snow of winter, the first nice-weather day of spring, the warmth and sunshine of summer, and the cool wind of fall as the colorful leaves are falling from the branches of the trees.
Yeah. Their music’s just really good.
I sometimes find myself wondering if two strangers in two different cities wake up one night, both trying to fight insomnia, throw on hoodies, fumble around in the dark for their car keys, and tiptoe to the garage. They don’t bother about wearing socks or even putting on shoes. The idea of…
I’m just like:
Ummm, my life?


