- Cry, cry as much as you can.
- Write out how you feel.
- Write out what you are thankful for.
- Think about everyone that would miss you if you weren’t here.
- Read your favorite book.
- Read a poem.
- Listen to really sad songs.
- Take a really cold shower, the coldest you have ever taken.
when an entire class of elementary school kids gets on stage to half-ass a performance on their recorders for their parents in the audience, would that technically be dissonant/freeform/chaotic enough to qualify as musique concrete? was i accidentally a noise musician for a day in 3rd grade? are all elementary school music teachers really just radical outsider artists on the low?
A pup is sleeping in my arms and snoring
The thing that’s so disgusting about the murders of Trayvon Martin, Mike Brown, Sean Bell etc (a very long list) is that it’s not like we’re trying to figure out who killed them. We know perfectly well. We’re just trying to figure out if that black kid deserved to die. They’re humanity is put on trial, like being a person wasn’t enough. Black people literally have to prove that we’re worthy of living.
This photo’s a bit outdated. I’ve rearranged the items and books on my desk.
Heh that’s okay. Your statement reminds me of the song Rome by Phoenix.
"Who’s the boy you like the most
Is he teasing you with underage?
Could he be waving from a tropical sunset?
Static silhouette somehow
Single in his bed someday
Quiet till it falls falls falls”
In all seriousness, the boy I like shall remain anonymous. Though, I can say he’s very kind and has a generic name. He knows a thing or two about writing. And, you know, maybe I do like him the most.
Hydrangea: Starbucks order?
Tall iced coffee with caramel and sweetener or Passion Tea or Hot Chocolate :-)