this makes me smile and cry

you know, trees is more than just a song to me.

it’s a cleansing ritual.

when i listen to it fully, when i really need to hear the desperation in tyler’s voice and unleash the silent scream in my chest? those are the moments i remember.

i can allow myself to cry, but i have a huge smile. i feel like my face is going to split in half. my cheeks burn and stretch into a genuine expression of happiness.

i feel every cell in my body vibrating. i’m choking and shaking. but i am alive.  

trees is my catharsis. it is my release. it is my alternative to pain. it is the thing that lets me feel like i deserve to occupy space on this planet. it makes me believe in something much bigger than myself. it makes me want to keep going. 

it makes me happy to be alive.

“Being a musician is very difficult, and we cry more than we laugh - but the lives, and seeing people smile because of the music, make it all worth it.”

Anzi, solo guitarist.

        I’ve played guitar for artists like GACKT or KAMIJO, though I’m probably known best as a former member of the band Matenrou Opera. I tend to work as a support guitarist nowadays, though you might also see me working behind a bar counter on the weekends – whether you’re looking for a drink, a musician, or maybe just a friend, there’s a good chance I’m your guy. Let’s get to know each other!


shoujotai  asked:

can I have a match up please I'm an asexual biromantic art major who is also minoring in art history. I love art and I am a big nerd for art history, I also love to read and just love stories in general, I love to make stuff for my friends and make them laugh and smile. I act like a dork and a little childish in order for me to stay happy because if i'm not happy and distracted my anxiety will take over and I will get depressed again.

(I’m not crying, I swear. I just have a little bit of despair in my eyes) (Please… I’m sending you a virtual hug)

Without a doubt, I ship you with God Seven. Like. 100%. No doubt in my mind.

Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.
You claim to love her, inside and out, but the only time you call her beautiful is when it’s 3 in the morning and I’ve already turned you down.
—  girls tell each other everything, c.j.n.