as possible as yeast as imminent as bread a collection of safe habits less certain than i seem more certain than i was a changed changer i continue to continue where i have been most of my life is where i’m going
growing up means watching my heroes turn human in front of me the songs we wrote at eighteen seem shortsighted and naïve so when the weather breaks, i’ll pull my hoodie up over my face i won’t run away, run away - as fucked as this place got, it made me me
we laughed on the porch at the fact that my favorite holiday is the one where you get to be somebody else where you count down until dark and light bonfires behind the house filling up on midwestern fall - the holiday that’s not a holiday at all
“Sunny Day Real Estate was emo’s head and Jawbreaker its busted gut — the two overlapped in the heart, then broke up before they made it big. Each had a lasting impact on the world of independent music. The bands shared little else but fans, and yet somehow the combination of the two lays down a fairly effective blueprint for everything that was labeled emo for the next decade. While Jawbreaker found poetry in the stumbling drunks down on the corner, Sunny Day had ecstatic visions of winged deities in the night sky. One looked up and one looked down, but both cemented the place of fearless, emotional indulgence in punk rock.”—Andy Greenwald
I live in the blind optimism of a pop rock love song, the place in the chords right before the beat drops; right when Tom Delonge yells, “Let’s make this last forever,” when Ryan Key belts out “Sleeping all day, staying up all night/ If I could find you now, things would get better.” When Max Bemis screams that he is “Alive! Alive! Alive with the glory of love!,” this is the place that my heart always trips and I always always fall in love.