Well this was a long, scary, shitty fucking day. Exhausted, but grateful my Dad’s still alive and okay.>>
City and Colour // Un-thinkable (I’m ready)
Why give up before we try
Feel the lows before the highs
Clip our wings before we fly away
I can’t say I came prepared
I’m suspended in the air, won’t you come be in the sky with me
Okay, Dallas. You got me.
Mmm. I’m melting.
the neuroscience behind memory is actually so unsettling like did you know that every single time you recall a memory it goes through a process that causes you to remember it slightly differently than it actually happened? this happens every single time you retrieve a memory; it is revised/rewritten/remodeled every time you go back to it. it makes me so incredibly sad and scared whenever i think about it.
it’s not a sunday unless you completely waste it then feel really sad around 8pm