i love local bandsssssss

sweat on my brows, my body spasming with the drummer's every beat, the stranger beside me's outfit giving me a new sartorial fascination. This is my high.

And when i watch random people jump off the stage, i imagine that just for a moment, they're floating too.

Maybe it's the music, the sheer loudness of it all makes everything else quiet, but all the more pellucid. Somehow, being imperfect feels good in a place like this.

The glasses-donning guitarist had the most cutieful fit with a plaid long sleeve underneath a shirt that stated "girls do it better." his large khaki shorts led the eyes to his knee-high socks (one was way more scrunched than the other), and somewhere within this scene, there was a quiet understanding. an understanding that the music wasn't there to complete us, but rather to stand beside us as we are in that moment.

acceptance.