This song reminds me of how much I am just not a people’s person, although I am convinced most people in my life would not agree. I loved this song instantly. I never like people when I first meet them. After this weekend, too many days of hiding from the sunshine and all the happy people it brings forth, I probably love this song more than I have ever loved anyone in my life. The worst thing about it is that I not in any way want it to be any different. Songs like this gives me exactly the right amount of space I need to distance myself from everyone around me. This makes me happy. This is my sunshine. 

I think this is what falling in love sounds like. It’s so beautiful to be alone, when you have company. With this said, it can come as no surprise that I’m completely in love with this song. Maus, magic. 

hey moon / it’s just you and me tonight / everyone else is asleep

Dear Sarah,

I heard that you’ve turned into a goth, and I think that’s great, if that’s what makes you happy. I have an old pair of black boots with silver buckles that I don’t wear anymore, and you can have them if you want them. Also, I wanted to ask: What, if anything, is fluttering in your heart? I wanted to ask if it has to be a black crow or a vampire bat… or if maybe instead it could be a kite that has broken loose from the string that you were holding—or the string that we were holding—sometime when we were teenagers, or maybe in our early twenties? Could it be a kite which is now rolling over and over on itself in the sky like an unborn baby, and slowly shrinking into a dot, and then a spec of black, and then something we’re not even sure we&’re watching, but then, for sure, absolutely nothing at all? Get back to me about this when you have a chance. I hope you’re doing well.

xo
s

This tracks makes me want to close my eyes and keep them closed for a very long time. I would kill for 7 AM on a Sunday morning right now.

Sometimes it feels like I’m absorbing emotions from anywhere, everywhere. Like I’m not really capable of feeling things myself, so I just feel the feelings of others. For this reason I like repetition. These days I’ve this track on repeat. Last week I watched Paris, Texas two times in a row, because I liked it. It’s my way of simple living.  

I think this is what dying sounds like. I rarely think about what comes after life, but I’m convinced this song is played over and over again. This thought comforts me every day.

I’ve made a rule with all of my friends. No one dies. No one dies until they’re old enough, to admit they’re old. Really old. My friends don’t break such rules. That’s why I like them. 

WRITE IT ON A POSTCARD. I don’t really like talking to people. I like writing mails, I’m good at mails. Mails make me feel closer to what I’m trying to say, closer to the words I’m using. I think I pay more respect to the words, when I write them, then I give them the right amount of attention. They deserve that. 

I like the song, I like the video. Marzipan Marzipan always made my skin a little less pale. Most days I like being so pale. But then they are empty Sundays or rainy Tuesdays. No one wants to be pale on those days. Then I listen to this, it usually brightens things up. 

Two years ago, when this young man started making an appearance in my world, I had this song on repeat for a very long time. It makes me feel quite childish. Feeling childish is one of my favorite feelings. I think both embracing my childishness and this song made it much easier for me to actually grow up.