Fuck you haters (:

Music can definitely save you. Because it is so much more than just sound. It's so much more than a voice, 

than an instrument, than lyrics. It's the speaking of a soul. 

To be honest, I don't know where I would be right now if I didn't have music.

John Frusciante's guitars (and one bass)

OMG OMG OMG <3 <3 <3 <3

Mitch Lucker

Good advice (: He's kinda right. Music helps me a lot. RIP Mitch Lucker <3

"Nine"- La Dispute

Hey! I hope everything's fine with you guys... It's been kinda difficult to write here, I'm having some personal issues and sometimes I'm not at home so...
But well, just wanted to tell you that my addiction to La Dispute is growing. Don't ask me why, or what I like about them, because I honestly don't know. Probably it's the lyrics of their songs that makes me so attached to them. I'm not a big fan of metalcore, as I said before, but for god sake, La Dispute are great. If you like a very raspy voice, a simple melody, powerful lyrics, I recommend you La Dispute.
Anyway, here the lyrics of this amazing song by them:

"I recall one in the church steps,

When I moved to kiss your chest,

How we paid such close attention 

To each sweet and stuttered breath,

I should've stoped to paint our picture

Captured honest pure affection,

Just to document the difference

 Between attraction and connection.

I can see all of my friends and

I break into empty buildings

When the coast was clear,

With backpacks full of beer,

We'd throw our bottles from the rooftops

At this city- it looked endless

Guess I still don't see the difference

Between real purpose and that urgent adolescence.

And I remember in a basement sharing sweat

With all these stranger boys and girls,

"We'll change the world!" we sang,

"We'll change the world!" But

Nothing seems to change and

They say none of them will listen,

But I still see much more power in that basement

than in heartless politicians.

And if we get beaten by this winter,

If we get strangled by regret, just

Let our love of life and tension

Gast in sweet and stuttered breath, and

Have them lay us in a basement

Smash some bottles on the ground, and

Say we couldn't tell the difference

Between the feeling and the sound.

Remember not our faulty pieces,

Remember not our rusted parts,

It's not the petty imperfections that define us but

The way we hold our hearts,

And the way hold our heads,

I hope they write your names beside mine

On my gravestone when I'm dead.

And when we're dead let our voices carry on

To find a better song.

To find a better song and sing along."