And then Kristin told me she “hated” the song Midnight City. And I realized that I would always hate her in a way from that moment on.
Before, I used to go to bed listening to a song about how the person who made you whole was miles away, and you’d see them again, just a distant time in the past. Now I’ve progressed to a song about how a man is regretful of cheating on someone he loves. Step in the right direction? Who knows.
Sleep it off. Sleep it off. Drown out all the frustration with music. It only sounds easy.
I’m starting to believe that I think about my experience seeing M83 as much as I think about someone who I gave my heart. It may not be right but it puts me in a sort of peace.
Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
submission from anothernightwithnocontrol
Dissected - Dali, Van Gogh and Picasso
by DDB Brazil for the Museu de Arte de São Paulo (MASP) Art School
Went to my first concert solo tonight. Saw I break horses and M83. It was without a doubt the best experience of my life. Seriously considering getting a tattoo of ‘The City Is My Church’. God I love music.
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