local natives, two door cinema club, beirut, angus & julia stone and minus the bear for indieness. la dispute, tides of man, sleeping with sirens, isles & glaciers and dancegavindance for hardcoreness. and for hiphop/rap, i just listen to atmosphere, mayer hawthorne & kid cudi (:
what i don’t understand is why we bother to stay on the line through the silence; why we decide to grit our teeth and clench our fists and play this game, where the first person who breaks down first loses. i don’t understand how i need company but want space, how you need truth but want attention, and how a nice day can become a shitty day with the single utterance of a word.
ugh. quitting would be so easy, but giving you up is just too hard.
and i still hang on to the fleeting feeling of insurrection that held me together when i was 14 and never thought about deadlines college apps scholarships financial aid extracurricular drugs sex money streetlights late night food runs stoplight kisses losses loud music shows hair makeup black tights floral shirt boy sweaters other beds late night love and adventure and happiness that things would ever change.
“People are so fucking dumb. Nobody reads anymore, nobody goes out and looks and explores the society and culture that they were brought up in. People have attention spans of 5 seconds and as much depth as a glass of water.”—David Bowie (via nervousnerves)