westid

this is the maiden music session post since i got around to making my page look fucking well mint

for the uninitiated: when i’m in deep and words are not enough [or too much] you are given the opportunity to go through it with me by sharing a sequence of bleak house and tech music that is on when i have a moment but cannot write it down

it really feels like everyone is exactly where they belong tonight.

if you speak the language of bleak music that glides on through the night, all is well. no need to panic, i’ve got it covered.

“how can so many people be wrong though”
good question. it was a long time coming. but not so convenient any more

if you don’t know what i’m on about, good. just another attempt at bringing me down that i survived. queue them tunes up and press play and forget about it. get on my level and feel sorry for whoever i’m on about. it’s not the worst thing anyone’s done to me, or tried to do – because i’m westid. i’m in deep. but all i need to concern myself with is a session of tunes

basically i used a shit template for a few years, that suddenly stopped letting me embed tunes, and videos. i spent a little while and came up with this one … which i am proud of. so now i’m celebrating being able to embed tunes again by embedding the fuck out of so many tunes that will (a) honour me finally getting round to redesigning this beautiful blog body (b) make up for all the tunes i couldn’t embed when the theme i was using just decided to make embedding shit and unusable, why anyone would deliberately do this to their own template will forever remain a mystery (c) sometimes tunes speak louder than words, especially my words, and take less time than reading all my shit

see … i told you so. here: queue some more of these up

i would like to dedicate this next tune to someone who made it further than anyone else does, who would like to join me if only it didn’t mean going into the fucking upside down

spoiler alert: i did.

it’s not news to a lot of people that i’m drawn to this heather – like personality that is just impossible and unrealistic. the search alone gives off more red flags than it finds

a pity. i got something completely different out of stranger things than i was supposed to i think. i fuckin spoiled it tho! you were warned

it was like snakes on a plane all over again

i was strong i give it my all. but it was fucking amazing. liberating. they kept saying i was proper academically advanced and i gave as good as i got. no one would get to ask me their silly questions without feeling my fire against their authority and all hope of getting through to me

though i survived, i will lose my voice all of a sudden and it makes me feel sick, like it’s gripped me inside. anything that can be used to determine who any of them were

even i couldn’t track any of them down. sometimes even when you win a war …. you’re going to come away with some wounds. forever haunted by the battles no amount of intelligence would have even stood a chance