synecdoche:

the weakerthans - aside

“I’m leaning on a broken fence between past and present tense. And I’m losing all these stupid games that I swore I’d never play. And it almost feels okay. Circumnavigate this body of wonder and uncertainty. Armed with every previous failure, and amateur cartography, I breathe in deep before I spread these maps out on my bedroom floor. Leaving. Wave goodbye. Losing, but I’ll try, with the last ways left, to remember. Sing my imperfect offering.”

I’ve definitely posted/reblogged/quoted this song before but it’s still one of my favorites. Today and tomorrow, I’ll be packing/unpacking my life for what seems like the millionth time in the last few weeks and whenever I do that, I listen to Left and Leaving, my favorite Weakerthans album and one of the few albums I think is completely perfect. Anyway, as of July 1st, I’ll have some sense of stability and that will significantly lessen the crazy anxiety that’s been killing me since the beginning of May.

And I’ll be probably be drinking a lot of PBR and boxed wine again, so that’s also a plus.