Remember when I got #jesselacey ‘s autograph

Remember when I got #jesselacey ‘s autograph



We are gathered here today because SOMEBODY *glares at coffin* couldn’t stay alive.

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My playing guitar in small coffee shop days. #me #guitar #coffeeshop #myfirstguitar #band #gooddays

My playing guitar in small coffee shop days. #me #guitar #coffeeshop #myfirstguitar #band #gooddays


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You wanna know what fucked me up?

I went to a concert last Friday and there was an artist playing by the name of Irene Diaz. She was great.

I used to play guitar and I remember I liked playing a certain style, the kind of style that Irene Diaz was playing. I remember thinking go myself that that kind of music was never going to be popular or that I was silly for liking that sound.

And there she was with hundreds of people in awe with her music.

And I just sat there thinking about my fucking job that I hate and how I missed writing..going to bookstores…watching indie movies and reading books just for the hell of it.

It made me so sad that I talked myself out of something that could have made me so incredibly happy. Music is always going to be my first love.

“People always say that it hurts at night and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken. But sometimes it’s 9am on a Tuesday morning and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up. And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss him so much you don’t know what to do with your hands.” (via supmariss)

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