I don’t welcome pain into my life, but pain is inevitable. When it comes, there’s no fighting it. It comes in waves and they are going to crash over me regardless, so I’ve become a “dance in the rain” kind of person. Heartbreak and pain become food and oxygen to writers, they are what fuel us.
A Mark, A Mission, A Brand, A Scar. The essential soundtrack for the emotional teenager in the early aughts. All of us that lived in the angst listened to Hands Down on repeat and wished for that date. In fact all of my dates in high school were compared to […]
I know, I know, Boxcar Racer is just Blink 182 in a different package. Regardless, their one album stands apart in a way that’s difficult to put into words. Thankfully what I do here is try desperately to put indescribably things into words, or die ranting.