the best thing about benoit blanc's clearly established emotional intelligence is knowing with 100% certainty that he did everything in his power to hurt miles bron's feelings on purpose
if the demons would like to take over tomorrow and do my job for me, that'd be swell.
fucking hate it when the stuff everybody says "actually works" does actually work.
hate exercising and realizing i've let go of a lot of anxiety and anger because i've overturned my fight-or-flight response.
hate eating right and eating enough and eating 3 times a day and realizing i'm less anxious and i have more energy
hate journaling in my stupid notebook with my stupid bic ballpoint and realizing that i've actually started healing about something once i'm able to externalize it
hate forgiving myself hate complimenting myself more often hate treating myself with kindness hate taking a gratitude inventory hate having patience hate talking to myself gently
hate turning my little face up to the sun and taking deep breaths and looking at nature and grounding myself and realizing that i feel less burdened and more hopeful, more actually-here, that i am able to see the good sides of myself more clearly, that i am able to see not only how far i have to grow - but also how much growth i have already done & how much of my life i truly fill with light and laughter and love
horrible horrible horrible. hate it but i'm gonna do it tho
i miss this so much. time to yeet myself back to a country with actual concerts.
i've risen from the depths to be absolutely obsessed with the used and bandom again.
Bright Eyes being included in the WWWY festival is so painfully nostalgic and bittersweet. I have no idea why he was there.
Like, sure, he's pretty much a pioneer for mid-2000's emo and an inspiration for half the bands performing, but he's now a constantly wasted folk-rock musician who has since faded into moderate obscurity. Of course he's not going to fit the vibe of the festival and I'm not surprised his set was a disappointment.