CHVRCHES // Recover

I'm sorry to be a stranger here...

But it’s difficult to write when the pieces of life fit together so neatly, when the edges fold and crease exactly as they should. 

At some point I’ll be back more long-term, and the words will flow freely like water through an open tap, but now is not that time.

These days my lungs breathe almost too easily, the air rushes through and feels cleansing in my veins. I’m just really happy, really complete; there is a fullness in my heart that spreads and reaches like an electrical current. 

I feel entirely of electricity.  

Probably going to get this cross finger tattoo soon. 

I feel like I’m becoming an increasingly ridiculous person with all the leather and spikes and crosses, but whatever. I iz who I iz. 

I bought this spiked bra today because it was on sale for $10. Now I can be Madonna every Halloween for the rest of my life. 

On Push-Ups

Me:Want to have a push-up competition?
Chris:I'll smoke you.
Me:But we have to do it my way as a handicap, with elbows in.
Chris:Lol, you think I don't have those muscles? I'll smoke you.
Me:What if we did them really slowly? Like, 5-counts down and up.
Chris:Baby. I'm a boy.
Chris:I'll smoke you.