i think i have been reflecting on we slept at last for as long as i’ve had the gift of consciousness. which is not long. this came out 10 years ago, i’ve been listening to it for 8, it has been my companion through all of my rememberable life, it is the one album i would pick to take to a desert island, evidently i really like it.
i got we slept at last tattooed really big, because i can, and because it’s the only text i would ever have permanently on me.
i went to the we slept at last 10 year anniversary concert on friday. she played the album in chronological order and i cried during in words and drown. when i was 13, drown was so monumental to me that i hated it when i first heard it and then listened to it 100 times in two days according to my spotify wrapped that year.
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when i was listening to it live, i understood i would probably listen to this for the rest of my life. marika said that she was really miserable when she wrote this, which evidently its not a joie-de-vivre piece to be entirely honest.
I don’t think I’m miserable, I think I’m good at misery but it’s not something that I tend to do often. I think there’s an indulgence in being absolutely devastated and torn apart, but you can’t indulge in one thing forever, it gets tired.
we slept at last is the soundtrack of my life because it is made with murmurs of the enjoyment of being submerged in the depths of horror and tragedy. I don’t think there will ever be a time where I don’t enjoy being deeply unwell in the head and I think for this reason I will be sane forever.
lucia in the sun 
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