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january
orville peck, buffalo run.
i caught you staring at the sun, looking out for number one.
february
amalee, the edge of dawn.
reach for my hand, i'll soar away into the dawn—
oh, i wish i could stay.
march
los campesinos!, we are all accelerated readers.
you should have built a wall, not a bridge.
april
lcd soundsystem, someone great (live at madison square garden).
i wish that we could talk about it—
but there. that's the problem.
may
mal blum, robert frost.
but the frozen air and the frozen ice and the biggest hurts and the boldest lies
are gonna disappear like the melting point, like my melting rules, like my melting life.
june
shred kelly, sing to the night.
in here, no birds sing.
played it again until my ears ring.
i sing to the walls, i sing to the night,
i squint my eyes in the morning light.
july
hop along, somewhere a judge.
afternoon vanilla sun crawls away across the lawn.
through the phone, i pull you and drag your voice around.
august
nnamdï, art school crush.
you may be reluctant up until you figure out that i'm nothing but lovesick.
september
rico nasty, iphone.
i think i need my space, used to end up at my place—
can't go back to my old ways, time is now and i can't wait.
october
iz*one, la vie en rose.
open your closed eyes, everything has changed.
look at this new world that no one knows yet.
november
the mountain goats, spent gladiator 2 (jordan lake sessions).
stay alive.
learn how to spit some blood at the camera.
just stay alive, stay alive, stay alive, stay alive, stay alive—
stay forever alive.
december
the front bottoms, everyone blooms.
my attitude, my outlook, i realize now it matters.
yeah, i know that no news is good news—
i realize now it matters, and i still haven't heard from you.
everyone blooms in their own time,
some far ahead, some far behind.
so wherever you are, don't worry,
you're gonna be fine, fine, fine.
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