when quotes that are supposed to be casual yet powerful say shit like “nothing matters” and everybody is like “damn, deep shit” fuck them.
your shit matters.
maybe we exist in a rotating sphere, but everything you’re saying, everything you’re going through, it fucking matters.
that boy who didn’t text you back, who made you cry? it matters.
that dress you got red wine all over? how it made you annoyed? it matters.
why are people obsessed with giving the entire planet no meaning?
just because death is inevitable? just because everything can end any second?
that means every single thought and emotion doesn’t actually mean anything?
i’m not okay with that.
there are good ones
and I’m thinking about them
and they’re thinking about me
they’re strangers but temporarily mine
our minds are inside each other
believing in a truth that seems impossible
what if we meet
what if we become one
will it ruin us
i don’t want to be
found this in my drafts from 8 months ago
humans are not one thing; we are created to be versatile and unique. however, lately a streak of uncertainty has been painted onto my back, making it present but seemingly difficult to keep track of.
a bed is comfortable, but it’s possible to be uncomfortable while laying in a bed
everything is so damn dependable in my life
i am not a shy person, but i am also not an outgoing person: it just depends on who i am around, what mood I’m in, the energy of the other person
we often give people these specific adjectives that make up their personality: funny, quiet, affectionate, sarcastic, silly, serious.
we are so multidimensional and complex, so why is it so easy for me to stamp a logo that reads “outgoing” onto someone’s forehead and forever associating them with said logo, when i can’t do the same for myself? it must be easier to describe someone else than to describe myself
but i personally can’t put myself into any categories, because almost all of my logos depend on every little thing
i want a lifetime guarantee
“Never apologize for your enthusiasm.
Love is scarce?
Love is fleeting?
Love is blind?
These are just excuses.
Love is shunned.
“Too much” love is exhausting.
“Too little” love is harsh.
So we dumb down our love to a happy medium
Everything becomes numb, expected, content.
Why should we live inside a bubble, floating, letting the wind carry us
when we can pop it
with just a flick
of a finger
I feel stale
I feel locked,
from the fulfillment
of extra love
and I decide to climb on top of an ice berg
ready to see beyond my vision
and the cold isn’t reaching me because my limbs are already numb
and I’m too busy climbing to see my progress
i’m at the tip, where the cracks begin to merge
neither side can hold me
but i’m so numb
that when my body enters the water
Ah, the inevitable conversations of our favorite types of _______.
But why do we discuss our favorites? Because we want others to know us better? Most likely. And when someone else doesn’t “agree” about a certain favorite, cool!? We all like different things!?
If favorites are subjective, then that means people can express their love without receiving backlash, right?
Sadly, as long as there are people expressing their love for something, there will always be someone to crush the very reason you love something simply because their opposing opinion clashed with yours.
Music taste. It’s become this be-all-end-all of who a person is and how valuable their “taste” is. I’m in love with music, so much that my “taste” varies explicitly due to my hobby of searching Spotify for all types of artists, genres. I have the widest mind for art, I let everything that makes me feel something significant in; my taste is based on feeling, not originality, quality, or worth. I feel that the more people base their taste on the mechanics of how it works compared to others, the less they will have the ability to feel the power of each individual works of art, and appreciate them for why they exist. Opinions are beautiful, powerful, and necessary. But the most unproductive act someone can take is putting someone down for having a favorite, for loving a song that may sound similar to another, for enjoying an artist even though they are popular, for releasing a piece of positivity into this already conflicted Earth.
There is no solution, people will still but heads based on various opinions and favorites. However, maybe something as simple and wonderful as music should become a peaceful road sign, rather than a destructive road block; we can agree to disagree. And maybe we can learn to expand our way of thinking just enough to let the light shine on things we would’n’t normally open the curtains for.
happy mothers day to my glorious mother who has inspired me to write and love
this sunday is most likely the last sunday where i will not work, at least until school begins again
dad is roasting a chicken, I’m sipping on some wine
and it’s 3:22pm
the air is refreshing and wonderful
the light coats my guitar, illuminating the sound that lives within its strings
i remember how beautiful my life is right now
and how delicate and strong i am
how i love to sing and write and play and eat and drink and read and watch and admire
I’m not typically an avid fan of Broadway musicals, but I’ve heard impeccable things about this particular musical so I decided to listen to the soundtrack. The first song I listened to was ‘Waving Through a Window’ and I can honestly say that I have never heard a song quite like this one. Ben Platt is not only an immaculate singer (I’ll talk more about him later) but the lyrics perfectly captured the feeling of social anxiety in a nuanced way. My favorite lines were: “..and no one tells you where you went wrong” and of course “when you’re falling in a forest, and there’s nobody around, do you ever really crash or even make a sound.”
I watched the musical online and because of how incredible the soundtrack was, I knew I was in for some touching moments. Little did I know that I would be crying almost throughout the entire 2nd act. The characters are so raw and real that it felt like I was watching these characters just existing with one another, not a scripted play. To the main character Evan, a socially anxious teenager who gets swept into this lie about a fake friendship with Connor, a kid who killed himself in the beginning of the show, because of his desperate desire to feel apart of something. This is so me that it freaked me out in the best way possible. The entire song of him describing his fake friendship (For Forever) reached into my core. I often create scenarios in my head when I feel most alone, especially about having friendships that aren’t real, so that song felt so real to me. Another aspect that tore me up was the relationship with Evan and his mother, who worked a lot while also going to school. Because she was very busy, Evan didn’t feel as connected to her, therefore making him bond more with Connor’s grieving parents. I can honestly say I didn’t stop crying during the song So Big/So Small sung by his mother. It makes me want to hug my mom every time I hear it.
Now I need to talk about Ben Platt. The second he begins his opening monologue to the moment he sings his last note, he truly IS Evan Hansen. I haven’t ever witnessed an actor disappear into a role like Ben Platt. He embodies a socially anxious teenager in the most realistic way; I felt like I was getting to know a human being. But my favorite part about Ben’s acting was his ability to grow with the character. Evan undergoes many changes from Act 1 to Act 2, but he still keeps his unique mannerisms. The song “Words Fail” was the most heartbreaking song and performance I’ve ever seen. While Evan/Ben cries through the entire song, it’s never too much or too little, it was just real. I loved how Evan had such a difficult time talking to people, but then when he opens his mouth to sing, it’s the most beautiful voice. His singing voice represents his inner self, the self that he can truly control. I could honestly go on and on..
Also, Only Us and Requiem are such beautiful songs and Laura Dreyfuss is a real life angel and her portrayal of Zoe (Connor’s sister) is gorgeous and the chemistry between her and Ben Platt was authentic and glorious.
I truly feel like there aren’t many musicals that tell this important story. Dear Evan Hanson is a beautifully genuine musical that portrays the realist form of the feeling of social anxiety and wanting to just disappear. At times it broke me, but not without picking up the pieces and gluing them back together with a heartwarming ending.