Currently paying tribute to the upcoming oversized-sweater-weather Los Angeles is about to experience. In case you couldn't tell by my face, I couldn't be more excited. For now, I'll just wear my oversized sweater over my chonies & bra because it's still ridiculously hot for some reason (come on, L.A. It's Fall--get with it, already).
Today I asked my friend, who is a marine, how being constantly surrounded by the chaos in Afghanistan made him feel, to which he responded:
It makes you hopeless & alone.
I began to cry, because I was no longer talking to him. I was talking to my deceased cousin.
My cousin, the family teddy bear, felt hopeless & alone. That broke me to pieces.
My cousin had a picture of me on his dogtag that he kept with him while he was serving in Afghanistan. That same picture of me was how we knew it was him who had died.
Right after his death, I remember thinking that he faked it somehow, because his body was never found, & I was convinced that he was alive somewhere in the world
No longer hopeless or alone.
Good tunes to brighten up this post a bit. My gosh, I cannot express how much I love bands with good screamers. Makes me want to go to a Black Lips show & punch people in the face & get punched in the face & smile through it all.