A couple days ago, I drove two hours from my college town to the concert of one of my favorite artists, Lorde. The catch is that I went completely on my own, by myself, solo–you get the point. I was terrified actually, but it ended up being one of my favorite experiences to date. I danced like a wild woman, screamed words that made mantras for me at age 15, and shed tears in the company of strangers. I feel selfish and maybe vain saying this, but I feel an incredible connection to her music. Her lyrics mean something, and her expression of emotions, heartbreak, and life is something I will forever be grateful for. Her music has put to words so many things that I have felt in the last year of life that I could barely even organize into thought. I hope to always feel a familiarity with what Ella puts out into the world because she does it so damn beautifully.

sober

homemade dynamite

tennis court

magnets

buzzcut season

400 lux

ribs

the Louvre

hard feelings

yellow flicker beat

writer in the dark

liability

supercut

royals

perfect places

green light

loveless

precious metals

team

–rr