Tiny submarines. (Not literal ones.)

I mention, and thank, Dessa twice. In exactly the same words. Several minutes apart. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
**It occurred to me nearly two hours after posting this, while I was talking to one of the best people I know, that I mentioned Dessa like that because that song helped me fully realize what was happening— that little moment, that nanosecond of awareness, would’ve probably evaporated into the ether if it hadn’t also immediately brought that specific song to mind. The story of the song anchored that moment for me. And I didn’t synthesize that realization until just now.

I do believe this is the root of my attachment issues (there has to be a better way to say this, I hate the repetition), not just this one instance of it. I see the gremlin, she’s me. She isn’t one moment, one singular noose of my sticky heartstrings. This is the work of pulling her hands away from the loom itself and cutting her free of the beliefs that built it.

The artists you hear in the background are:
Sasha Sloan- “The Only”
James Arthur- “Train Wreck”
Ørka- “Phantom”
— And of course, “Quinine” by Dessa

Yeah, the tone and vibe and language of the music is super –exactly the sadgirl vibes I do not consciously embody but have apparently been germinating in an underwater cave-, but it’s been chill and I’ve enjoyed it.
You can have this sweet baby as a treat. Most of them have been included in this music thread on my twitter.
Oh! And the gator flag is available here. No, I’m not sponsored, I just really like their stuff and believe they deserve the business, though they seem to be under construction currently. This is their twitter if you’re ever jonesing for some premium gator content. Top tier.

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