A Disclaimer for you, BB: I have yet to develop a style of blog-writing about *feelings* that does not inevitably spiral out of control into insane sappy emotion-land. For some reason, I can be snarky about just about everything–except when it comes to things like the beauty in poetry, how much I love my friends, and other things about which I seemingly cannot help but be completely, unabashedly passionate about. I do sincerely apologize for this, and let it be known that I’m working on it. Until then, I’ll warn you when I’m about to lay on the sap. Like, for instance, now.
Here’s a song I found for you. I love this girl. And her topknot. And this song. Someday perhaps I’ll write a companion piece called Goodbye L.A. (Covered in Shit). It will be dedicated to you, obviously.
And I tried to be a girl who likes to be used,
I’m too good for that, there’s a mind under this hat.
Remember when you showed me this one? I listened to it over and over again while I drank wine in my bathtub, trying not to drown in my thoughts. With each repeated chorus I worked up a little more courage to leave. I still can’t listen to it without being transported back to that exact moment in time. And the feeling that I had: that I am way luckier to have the amazing people in my life that I do, than I am unlucky for having some of the shitty ones stick around too long. Just in case I don’t tell you it enough: I love you. Thank you for being there, then and always.
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