MUSIC ASKS.
| 1: | A song you like with a color in the title |
| 2: | A song you like with a number in the title |
| 3: | A song that reminds you of summertime |
| 4: | A song that reminds you of someone you would rather forget about |
| 5: | A song that needs to be played LOUD |
| 6: | A song that makes you want to dance |
| 7: | A song to drive to |
| 8: | A song about drugs or alcohol |
| 9: | A song that makes you happy |
| 10: | A song that makes you sad |
| 11: | A song that you never get tired of |
| 12: | A song from your preteen years |
| 13: | One of your favorite 80’s songs |
| 14: | A song that you would love played at your wedding |
| 15: | A song that is a cover by another artist |
| 16: | One of your favorite classical songs |
| 17: | A song that would sing a duet with on karaoke |
| 18: | A song from the year that you were born |
| 19: | A song that makes you think about life |
| 20: | A song that has many meanings to you |
| 21: | A favorite song with a person’s name in the title |
| 22: | A song that moves you forward |
| 23: | A song that you think everybody should listen to |
| 24: | A song by a band you wish were still together |
| 25: | A song by an artist no longer living |
| 26: | A song that makes you want to fall in love |
| 27: | A song that breaks your heart |
| 28: | A song by an artist with a voice that you love |
| 29: | A song that you remember from your childhood |
| 30: | A song that reminds you of yourself |
myriah at dance parties
Tooooooo Funny. <3
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Haruki Murakami (via dulcetdecember)
(Source: venebelle, via dulcetdecember-deactivated20130)
There are some things about myself I can’t explain to anyone. There are some things I don’t understand at all. I can’t tell what I think about things or what I’m after. I don’t know what my strengths are or what I’m supposed to do about them. But if I start thinking about these things in too much detail the whole thing gets scary. And if I get scared I can only think about myself. I become really self-centered, and without meaning to, I hurt people. So I’m not such a wonderful human being.
Make me wonder about my fate.
Make me shake with your sensitivity.
Awaken me.
Writing 5 Poetry Exercise
The tree stands.
Leaves will fall soon.
These ceaseless changes of seasons create progress.
Still, I make no progress.
I have uprooted myself and settled in the present.
Observe my growth.
the smell of the earth lingers in my hair.
the sound of rain reminds me
Je ne sais pas.
The birds speak.
We share sharp conversations.
My roots hold a firm grip in the past.
Observe my growth.
These changes of seasons create progress.
Still, no progress.
Leaves fall.
The tree stands tall.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via selfinspiration)
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It’s a funny thing coming home. Nothing changes. Everything looks the same, feels the same, even smells the same. You realize what’s changed is you.
Slim darling, you came along and into my arms and into my heart and all the real true love I have is yours – and now I’m afraid you won’t understand and that you’ll become impatient and that I’ll lose you – but even if that happened, I wouldn’t stop loving you for you are my last love and all the rest of my life I shall love you and watch you and be ready to help you should you ever need help.
All the nice things I do each day would be so much sweeter and so much gayer if you were with me. I find myself saying a hundred times a day, ‘If Slim could only see that’ or ‘I wish Slim could hear this.’ I want to make a new life with you – I want all the friends I’ve lost to meet you and know you and love you as I do – and live again with you, for the past years have been terribly tough, damn near drove me crazy. You’ll soon be here, Baby, and when you come you’ll bring everything that’s important to me in this world with you.
— Humphrey Bogart’s letter to Lauren Bacall
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Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath (via selfinspiration)
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Now I know what loneliness is, I think. Momentary loneliness, anyway. It comes from a vague core of the self - like a disease of the blood, dispersed throughout the body so that one cannot locate the matrix, the spot of contagion.There is no living being on earth at this moment, except myself. I could walk down the halls, and empty rooms would yawn at me from every side.
