It’s been a year since I embarked on a journey that tested all my limits and made me question everything. Not matter how hard I try not to be dim and gloom all the time, I can’t help that I find sadness beautiful. I think it’s the vulnerability. I think I just long to see people for who they truly are because I’m tired of making connections with shells of people. England made me stronger. It’s not necessarily the place, but it’s distance from everything I know. But I don’t think I could have chosen a more perfect place to have an existential crisis.
Most of the time I would roam the streets or the parks of London with headphones blasting The National. Or I’d be returning from a weekend trip listening to songs that became so intertwined with a moment, place or person that I couldn’t believe that it would soon just all be memories. Memories that would constantly remind me that i’m different.
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About the Curator - Ashlee Villasenor
Ashlee Villasenor is a senior at Austin College who watches too much Netflix and listens to her music a bit too loud. Her passion for music stems from a childhood full of sleeping on chairs at concerts to singing at the top of her lungs with her dad in the car to every new album he bought her. She's a Tumblr obsessed vegetarian, an animal-lover, a "let's share our feelings through music" kind of girl, who you will never catch without her journal and her pen in hand.
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Necessary Evil – Unknown Mortal Orchestra
25 July 2018
I love going to concerts and not knowing much about an artist or their music. Because I get to experience it live.
Love At First Sight – The Brobecks
17 July 2018
This feels like a song I would have played on repeat while I was in middle school.
The difference is that in middle school I would have said love was real, right now that’s hard to believe, especially at first sight.
