I'm just in one of those moods y'know? The one coloured by soft piano music lullabies and bittersweet tinctures of words words words. It feels so wrong to be so complacent at such a time, but I can't imagine any other way to live in this moment.I want to shape nonsense sentences which march a forward hegemony on your feelings, thoughts and being. God.
Does it sound pretentious? Probably and rightfully so, ahahahahaha.
Two things have precipitated this, maybe even three.
1. Part Right, Half Wrong, a Third Crazy by Save the Rave
3. Birdy's cover of Bon Iver's Skinny Love
I have an utter, wholehearted respect for writers now. How the hell do they do it!?
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