@2 days ago with 67 notes
have you ever met a sublime fan that didn’t need to relax to a certain extent
@6 days ago with 372 note and 2482 play
When I was sixteen I was hospitalized for extensive surgeries on my chest ribs and back because of marfan’s. That entire summer was like completley erased. I was in a coma for a couple of weeks. I got to really understand what its like to not be well. I’ve always sort of understood, growing up with marfan’s, but this was hardcore shit. I wrote this song transposing this high school acid trip where i saw my two best friends back then, Sarah and Chrissy, bathed in this golden spring light in the hallway of my highschool and felt really close to them, like we were sisters. I always felt genderless around them. I actually took a photo of them in that hallway that day which i will find and upload. If the song could be captured visually, this photo would be it. Anyways, I was trying to transpose the concepts of illness (in this case I was writing from the perspective of someone going in and out of conciousness during chemotherapy, and how they would miss their friends, their past experiences, and anything that reminded them of normalcy, or a time before misery. Nostalgia as anesthetic (x)
(Source: bradfordjamescox, via laughing-at-eternity)
I may be a shitty friend, but I’m your shitty friend.
(Source: touchmypotato, via wingulled)
@1 week ago with 164764 notes