Monday, January 27, 2014
Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. People thought he was mad for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that consuming paint couldn't possibly have any direct correlation to one's happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possibly work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, then you are going to do it. It's really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it because there is always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint.
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
Fun and mopey 50s/60s brill building-esque girl group tunes about being lonely, crying, wanting boys, and not having boys. 'Cause sometimes it's just like that.