I don’t say this lightly, but Land of Make Believe by Allstars has temporarily become my entire personality.
It’s not just a song — it’s a place.
The second it starts, something in my body unclenches. My shoulders drop. My thoughts stop jostling for attention. I get that floaty, behind-the-eyes feeling where everything softens and the world feels a bit kinder.
I’ve had it on repeat. Proper repeat.
Headphones on. Volume low but immersive. Like I’m not listening to it — I’m sitting inside it.
There’s something about Allstars specifically that makes this hit harder. That early-00s pop energy where everything felt hopeful, sparkly, and uncomplicated. Their music carries that gentle optimism — the kind that says things might be scary, but magic still exists. And right now, my brain is clinging to that message.
It feels like being little again.
When music felt magical instead of noisy.
When you could believe in softness and happy endings without overthinking it.
Some people might call this a hyperfixation.
I call it regulation.
My brain has picked a song — and a group — it trusts. The rhythm, the harmonies, the emotion… it’s like my nervous system has gone, yes, this is safe. Not because I’m stuck, but because I’m settling.
I don’t know how long this will be my song. These things never give notice. One day it’ll gently loosen its grip and make space for something new.
But right now?
Allstars are doing exactly what they need to do.
And I’m letting them.
🎶💖✨
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