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It's the music. I just blasted Hot Fuss. I don't care what anyone else thinks, that album has beautiful memories. I didn't think I meant it 100% when I said it kind of gave me hope...but I does. And The Killers shouldn't give you hope, probably. But Everything's Magic by Angels and Airwaves has the same result. Loud, powerful...independent maybe? I'm not sure. But I know for a fact that I've been in a haze because I haven't had functioning headphones until today. Music's a weird drug, you know? It really is. My heart's beating kind of quickly and I'm not really any closer to figuring out what I should do, but I'm excited again. I'm excited, so it doesn't matter what I do. Mr. Brightside shouldn't have this influence on people...but I will never dislike it. Long car rides and missing exits and being content with where you are, because your heart beats slower and you can just stare out at the trees for a couple of hours, fully aware that you'll have to leave, but content with the present. Hope is a beautiful thing, isn't it? I should try to keep it around. |
