The Bright Eyes lyric, “let the poets cry themselves to sleep” has always made so much sense to me because sometimes I feel so heavy with every emotion imaginable, so full of thoughts and bursting with opinions that it’s hard not to get emotional sometimes.

To feel so deeply just because of a few words someone put together, because of some feelings you wrote down and crafted into something beautiful where maybe there was once pain, that is a terrifyingly emotional process, and as much as I am afraid of emotion, I am willing to go through that pain because I need to let it out somehow.

Some people sing, some people dance, paint, or run. I write because I couldn’t live without being able to verbalize all of the shit within me.

To feel nothing, to be numb, would be such an empty existence.

"Slipping steadily into madness, now that’s the only place to be free."

“Shell Game,” Bright Eyes

"You’re not alone in anything. You’re not alone in trying to be."

“Ladder Song,” Bright Eyes

"But me I’m a single cell, on a serpent’s tongue."

“Poison Oak,” Bright Eyes

Can I just fangirl really quick one more time, and then I’ll go back to doing my final project.

Conor Oberst in all his Honolulu glory.

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Lua - Bright Eyes

You guys, I’m in really intense post-concert depression. All I can do is sit here and listen to album after album trying to remember how good each song was live.

I could literally just lay here and melt to this song forever. All of their songs. I forgot how much I loved them. 

So like if anyone wants to come melt with me, that’d be cool.

"I’m wide awake, it’s morning."

“Road to Joy,” Bright Eyes

I love the smell of generic concert beer when you walk into a music venue. I love it when you walk in and the music grabs your lungs and stops them from filling, grabs your heart and stops it from pumping. I love crowds of people who have no reason to like one another but for a few hours they find a way to become in sync, to clap, scream, and cheer in unison.

It’s like you don’t mind going deaf and you don’t mind messing up your hair—you’ll pay for the consequences later because right now you don’t care. All that matters is that the music that is crippling you is also keeping you alive and your eyes wide open and you can’t help but fall in love with the frontman.

Maybe that last part’s just me. I’ve always thought I fall in love too easily.

BRIGHT EYES IS COMING TO HAWAII!