Best Coast the perfect companion for sunshine.
journey to the sea, too vast and overwhelming to allow your thoughts to get too stagnant and inward.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how I don’t necessarily enjoy going out, just something about being in a nightclub with sticky floors and absolute dimwits hitting on you doesn’t appeal to me.I stand there drink in hand watching people.But it really isn’t them it’s just me. I can’t like them, they’re comfortable people, happy in their surroundings. I started to think about it, it’s not even them it’s everyone I see friend, family or other. There’s so much I dislike so much I could never see myself doing. I just feel if I am around people who know me, act funny and joke about. The same pretty much falls for family. Then it comes to the other and It’s just be nothing, don’t gather attention just be there and then leave. No impressions on anyone. Just hope to be forgotten. It’s only come to me in recent months how I care so much about everyone’s opinion of me or to be more precise having people have no opinion of me. I just either want to be really liked or nothing to people. So maybe that’s what is causing people to see me more. I’m looking nervous in front of them, finally coming to this realization that I am trying so hard to be something or nothing. There’s cracks showing. I think it’s the reason I have chosen to avoid relationships for the last while. Even with this lonely feeling I have I can’t summon any kind of want to be in anything meaningful at all.
Les Amours Imaginaires
watched this last night,those Frenchies certainly love a cinematic ménage trois.The film is about a mostly imaginary love triangle between two best friends and some curly haired vacuous git who turns up out of nowhere and disrupts both their lives.First and foremost it is visually gorgeous with a lead male who looks like a cross between Bob Dylan and Michelangelo’s David.Everything about the film is well balanced the picture, the music and so on.Dolan is definitely talented and he is only twenty-two.
Every time I listen to “Banshee Beat” these days, I think, “Wow, there are very few songs that I know that are better than this one.” In the car today, this song came on while we were pulling into the driveway, and I made my mum leave the keys in the ignition when she got out, so that I could sit in the car for the next eight minutes listening to it. It was worth it.
