"i wanna be academic, confident, and rooooomantic
but i just feeeeeel weeeeird and overdramatic
daily reminders that i am pathetic
when you’re surrounded by it, it’s hard to forget it"
lyrical genius, also, the nicest musician i have ever met, had a drink with him and discussed his depressing sense of humour.
cor i have the biggest crush on him ever.
Mood: amazinnnnnnnnn. Music: crywank - its ok, i wouldnt remember me either
gonna proper twat my laptop, keeps burning my leg.
got food cooking downstairs but effort going to check if its burning.
probably is. idc. i'll ring my mum now and tell her to get it out.
tumblr is boring tonight.
fs.
someone chat to me, make my life less boring.
fnks.
got a long weekend ahead of me, drink, drink, drink.
and drink some more.
pub tonight, drinking games ahoy!
so, until about 12, i'm gonna just reblog the shit out of everything on tumblr, do my assignment for public service skills or whatever, and listen to lots of c00l music.
if you're awake, and feel like chatting, inbox me?
gonna listen to a shit load of crywank, tumblr - reblogging anything that is remotely cool.
also, gonna dye my hair bright red, 'cause i'm cool like that.
and i can't leave my hair alone for more than 5 days.
i think i have a problem.
"i just feel weird and overdramatic" - though that line is so simple, i just love singing it.
crywank are deffo my new favourite band, totally forgot about the fact i saw them when i went to see listener!
proper conveniant for such a rainy day; dull, emotion-packed music.
i'm such an emo sometimes, i think im just naturally an emo in an un-emo body.
i always tell people to listen to bands that only i seem to know, and they never do, too scared to listen to anything new.
but yeah, people should totally listen to crywank, honest.
proper beautifully written music with a bit of an emoey tinge to them.
james clayton is a beautiful man, proper normal guy.
i hugged him and he thought he knew me, was super cute.
he kept saying "i've definatley met you" over and over
and i was just like "nooooo you havent -cute little giggle-"
anyway, i should quit ranting about him, just got so much love for that guy!
well doesn't get enough credit for what hes doing.
if you fancy it, go on youtube and give them a good listen. either listen to hikikomori or you can't teach me integrity.
love him. acccccccccccccccccccccck. just fangirling a little right now.
i remember when i saw that guy and i almost cried
so funny and beautifully written at the same time
fucking love youtube for letting me hear them over and over again
I knew when I first saw you
You'd fuck like a whore
That this would be a night to remember
Hope they hear you screaming for more
Your thighs were made for cheeks to graze
My lips, your poison
decided to take the day off of college because i dont feel well and im too tired to run around in the rain.
instead i will watch avengers assemble and eat everything in the world.
anybody fancy a chat?
i also like photo comments, hint hint.
hahahaha./
Mood: sick. Music: Asking Alexandria - Not the American Average.
the day has been so long and i hardly slept lastnight.
my nose is running and my back and chest hurt.
people really get on my nerves.
argh, well wound up tonight. just gonna listen to my ipod and ignore the world.
if you inbox me, i'll probably reply tomorrow.
byeeeeeeee.
She's the kind of lady that calls everybody baby
honey, sugar, sweetie, she's always making friends
and she keeps us all locked outside her thick leather skin
she always starts with a smile, it's small and butter yellow
but easier than a handshake, doesn't like her hands touched
she tans alot, gets burnt alot smoking through the cartons
but then gets put out so much, she's considered a bargain
she was born on the fourth of july with her hand on her heart
loves america, & being patronized, no one ever told her to guard her heart
she was an angel for halloween once, but never again
and for christmas ever year she's haunted by demons
they always tell her they love her.
she used to believe in innocence until she lost it
and spent a long summer, riding the trains
she has cats and collectors plates to keep her sane
watching TV in her favorite chair...both of which are rented
she's alone, and surrounds herself with loners
her life is a loan, lent out to anyone who will own her
waiting for the night to sweep her off her feet, while she mops the bathroom floor
hoping for a winning ticket or a man to treat her right
but they're both a gamble and she's been a loser all her life
and if she had a nickel for every time she's been punched and kicked
she'd put it together with her camel cash, try to buy some happiness
they always tell her they love her, but then they take something from her.
she would always show us her dreams
they were crumpled up like leaves from holding on too tight
scattered in her shoebox coffin on the cardboard walls covered in butterflies
she's got love in her heart for her babies, and hope in her mind for tomorrow
and blood on her hands that only she sees, holding the last bit of time that's borrowed
but you never know where that heart has been, and we'll never know how hard it's been
I wanna cut open my chest and let her in, but that won’t fix what needs to mend
and she stands there unlit cigarette in hand
filling up that empty hole with anything that’ll pour
insides hanging out like a flare, warning.
there’s beauty in that pain, can you see it?
she’s crashing through life with seat belt hands
one accident away from a miracle
and there’s an honesty there, but I can’t take it all in
she hides the worst of it in the wrinkles
that’s the ache you get when there’s no where else to go.
and she’s got no where else to go, she doesn’t want to go there.
so I promise I’ll go with her.
people should always listen to listener. so unnapreciated and theyre just so great.
