listening to/singing amy winehouse & crying because it’s good to do such things every once in a while
Every time I see or hear anything that reminds me of her I feel something in me gets ripped apart. Because she understood and she cried out, she made us not feel stupid for our feelings. She told us that life was not okay but she did it in a way that made you feel as if you were sat having a cup of tea or coffee with her and after it was done it would be okay. She was like that cigarette you crave after a stressful time that relaxes you. She was a real fucking beauty.