i think im beginning to fall in love with this boy but even as im in his arms i think about how he’s giving me what i’ve always wanted from you and i grow sad
Let me tell you something about this album: if you are dancing to ‘Headlines’ you are the greatest dancer who had ever lived. Right now, you are doing flamenco, belly dance outstretched arms, shimmying, arching your back, stomping your feet, a little Hassidic, a little Sufi, someone else’s religion by which to show your devotion.
Excerpts from Emma Forrest’s liner notes on Ceremonials
look at that data visualization though <3__<3
Tofino is a nostalgia, winding drives through sunlit trails, stereo at max volume, each driver and passenger lost through their windows
Tofino is reminiscence on family, a realization of what my mother was trying to accomplish when she took us three kids on road trips, guilt for not giving her the vacation she yearned for, relief that there is still time to redeem myself
Tofino is sun-bleached hair and tanned tanned skin, stormy tempers in the hard sun, hard waves and the exhilaration when they’ve been conquered, of damp camper vans and sand in your plastic cup of wine
Tofino is bunk beds and beer pong even when you’re 27, grumpy coffee-fuelled breakfasts with friends, retreating to the fireplace reading side-by-side, and the growing, yearning sense of what home could mean