I have so much gratitude for being shown this band. Thank you to that someone. I will always remember you as this energetic surge of inspiration for me, and I thank you. I did inexplicably adore you at the tender age of 19. Nowadays, many years later, I feel an even greater appreciation for meeting you. It’s grown. It catalyzed the beginning of my life. If there are angels that guide you to this, LC, thank you. To whatever crazy extent, I believe in a past life you watched me die in a car accident, and I hope that your episodes you experienced in 2013 have healed. It’s December 9th, happy late birthday. I have two kids now-a family-and I’m doing well by my standards. I send you some ordinary love.
This comment, was beautiful. Thanks for sharing a part of your story. It was genuinely touching. I'm here because of a dear person who showed La Dispute to me. Funny how music ties people together in the heart ❤
This comment is incredibly revealing towards everyone who has listened t this album. We have all turned into a small group or strangely sad English academics.
If you're reading this, I love you, the universe loves you, and you deserve to feel safe and happy. My boyfriend sent this to me when we first met and I was struggling to not kill myself. I sat up all night on the porch listening to it over and over. It was the first time I'd heard spoken word, and it was the first time I felt like I was not alone in how alone I felt. I felt somewhat human, normal even. It hurt and it healed. It's 7 years and tons of therapy later, and I still have suicidal thoughts sometimes but I actually love myself now and know I deserve to live. Hearing this again takes me back and makes me so proud of how far I have come, how far you can go too. Still gives me chills.
Definitely not Ishaan here. There's nothing more cowardly and sneaky than muting notifications after insulting someone in a comment thread online. Your military brother/family would NOT be proud of your lilly-livered behaviour. Oh and dont bother replying to this comment, war crime-enabler. I'm done with this thread. I have thankfully better things to do than explain basic morality and empathy to you
I meet these guys in Grand Rapids years ago. Nice guys. Saw them play at The Lady's Literary Club downtown GR maybe like 150 people show fucking awesome.
This makes me want something unknown. A deep longing for something I do not understand. Something yet I do not know what it is. Maybe savior, help that I will never allow myself to get. Maybe a new unhealthy way to cope. Maybe the cold embrace of death freeing me from the burning hot grip of life which is comparable to the smoldering of hell. maybe.
