Anonymous asked: We should all have a date night! Or go swimming, have a cutesy picnic, slumber party. The choices are endless! Oh yeah, how far away do you think our schools are?
I am so down with all four of those options haha. Date night sounds like an awesome idea and I can ask if everyone can come over and swim sometime later this week. Move ins are a week from today so we’ve got to act quickly!
I googled it and we should be about twenty-five minutes from each other once we both get moved in. Speaking of which, when do your classes start?
Anonymous asked: Hello my beautiful friend!!! Everyone says your phones broken and this is the only way I could think to chat soooo we should get together before everyone goes far away and we all forget about each other. P.S this is holly;)
Hiya dear! It’s awesome to hear from you and I hope your summer is kicking butt. My phone died around the 10th, but I’ll have a new one on August 1st!
I totally agree the we should all get together. What do you want to do?
- Tumblr: Can you tell us what happened at Dashcon?
- Admin: No but I can give you one whole extra hour in the ball pit.
YOU CAN TELL A LOT ABOUT SOMEONE BY THE TYPE OF MUSIC THEY LISTEN TO. HIT SHUFFLE ON YOUR IPOD, PHONE, ITUNES, MEDIA PLAYER ETC AND WRITE DOWN THE FIRST 20 SONGS. THEN PASS THIS ON TO 10 PEOPLE. ONE RULE: NO SKIPPING
Whelp, I was tagged. And my musical taste is super duper varied so here we go…
- Bad Reputation- Film Dialogue
- All I Ask of You (Reprise)- Andrew Llyod Webber for Phantom of the Opera
- Whatcha Say- Jason Derulo
- Bullets- tunng
- Take It Or Leave It- JET
- Underneath- Adam Lambert
- You’ve Got the Dirtee Love (Live at the Brit Awards 2010)- Florence + The Machine
- Change- Churchill
- Just One Yesterday (feat. Foxes)- Fall Out Boy
- Cuando, Cuando Es?- J King and Maximan
- Rasputin- Boney M.
- The Final Battle- Les Miserables Cast for Les Miserables
- Wounded Healer (Deer Tick Sample)- Watsky
- Perfect World- Takanori Ohyama for Katekyo Hitman Reborn
- Whole Lotta Rosie- AC/DC
- Tighten Up- The Black Keys
- Vampires in Blue Dresses- Margot & The Nuclear So and So’s
- Giorgio by Moroder- Daft Punk
- Head Like a Hole- Nine Inch Nails
- Y.A.L.A.- M.I.A.
Well, this is a train wreck. Sorry. I don’t know where half of these songs come from.
Shout out to that one anime soundtrack that made it on this list from middl e school.
So my tumblr has been fairly inactive since New Year’s. Sorry about that. I honestly haven’t written a ton of poetry or prose since then because my classes this semester are pretty much kicking my ass. But I will make an effort to put some more writing up in the future. Cheers, and I hope your spring is going well.
finding-teemo asked: Congrats, man! That time of the school year can be tough, aye. But like everything will come together :D I don't think I've ever listened to that. ahaha. I bet it must be pree good considering you listen to it. Dude, I start my Bachelor of Animation this year. I really didn't like the Multimedia degree I was doing and transferred. I hope everything goes well for you, yeh. :D
Best of luck to you! Animation sounds really fun. (I wish I had any skill with art, but I suck.)
And thank you! A friend of mine got me started on The Breakfast Show over the summer and I’m hooked.
So has anything exciting happened lately?
finding-teemo asked: I'm all right! what about you? what have you been up to?
I’m alright. Stressed. Getting ready to graduate in may is kicking me in the arse. I’m swamped in scholarships and interviews and essays questions. But school is going well and I’m spending a crap ton of my afternoons listening to Nick Grimshaw. Friend of mine got me stuck on the breakfast show…
finding-teemo asked: HELLOOOOO THERE!
Hullo doll. How are you?
The room is much too small for the two of us- an overly glorified wooden box lined with velvet and the will of God. Even so close together, I can barely make out the wings of your shoulder blades through the candle light. The urge to explore your open arms is an unforgivable sin and I cannot deny…
reblogging because I am really, really fond of this piece.
Hullo everyone! Sorry I haven’t been as prolific as usual. I’ve been in a bit of a writing slump and I don’t really know how to get out of it. If anyone has any suggestions or possible prompts I’d be happy to take a look at them.
The room is much too small for the two of us- an overly glorified wooden box lined with velvet and the will of God. Even so close together, I can barely make out the wings of your shoulder blades through the candle light. The urge to explore your open arms is an unforgivable sin and I cannot deny a saint the decadent taste of immorality.
You catch my wrist, and the shock of impact leaves me with bruises that bloom somewhere deep inside my soul, a rapture of blue and red that you neatly conceal under black wool and tall white collars. The click of your rosary reminds me of the way our teeth clash together when you’re angry.
I want to cleanse myself in the cold river of your eyes, but I settle for letting you kiss me. Each touch is a blessing, feather light against the windowpanes of my eyelids. My lipstick leaves a trail of red wine halos on your collar bone.
Through gritted teeth, you tell me we’re exploring what it means to be a sinner, even though I don’t believe you. This is confessional, a sacrilegious phenomena only experienced by those who have been cast out. I’ve never heard a story of your falling, but I can’t imagine you staying in utopia with a smile that human. You’re as tempting as the devil, and you laugh with every little death that shudders its way down my spine. The air is saturated with prayer, a hymnal chorus of I love you and God and please. Communion takes such strange forms in the realm of men, and I am no exception to the will of those above me.
This is my confirmation. I’ve dropped to my knees, devoted, and we’re so close to hell that I can feel bitterness rising in the back of my throat. It’s a flood. There is no paradise now, no shelter from the waking storm you like to call love. There’s nothing short of wrath in the way you kiss me and nothing short of lust in the way you hold me down. God himself may envy the bondage you have me in, your slave, but I’m far too haunted by your demons to see anything beyond the pride in your voice and the slow, dull taunt of greed that whistles past my vocal cords into the open air.
Aftermath is a mess of feathers, a bent halo, and a slew of bruises left by teeth that have never known mercy. I’m still murmuring broken promises against your heart, desperate for a respite against the heat of your skin and the fire burning in our souls. Everything that has ever meant something to me is reduced to kindling in the afterglow of sacrament. I glance, smile, and get one last ecstatic taste of you before my entire world goes black and I’m engulfed in flames. In the beginning, there was only passion. Now, all I can feel is love and betrayal so deep that is echoes in the deepest parts of my soul.
As close to hell as we both are, you still taste incredibly like heaven.
finding-teemo asked: ONCE YOU GET THIS, YOU HAVE TO SAY FIVE NICE THINGS ABOUT YOURSELF AND SEND IT TO TEN OF YOUR FAVORITE FOLLOWERS ♡ (Also, how have you been? Long time no talk. :D )
Oh my goodness thanks so much! You totally made my night!
Okay, okay. Umm… Dear God, I actually have to think of things to say.
1. I can sing really well. Like, my range used to be super limited, but I’ve really opened it up over the past few years. TBH, I used to be really scared to let other people listen to me and you could only ever hear me when I was in the shower.
2. I am really good at putting on winged eyeliner. My dentist thought I was an artist one time because of how even the lines were.
3. I read an almost incredible amount, which has resulted in me owning over 300 books. I keep them on this huge shelf in my bedroom.
4. I’m actually pretty freaking hilarious and and really, really witty if you give me a decent conversation to go off of. Banter is probably one of the things that I’m best at.
5. I make the best guacamole you have ever had. Ever.
I crave you
in the way a thirsty man
and a drowning man
I have swam in your eyes
and I have lost myself
in your smiles
have I ever wanted to be
so deeply in someone
that I could feel
taste their heartbeat.
have I ever wanted
to keep someone
entirely to myself.
have I ever wanted
to destroy something so beautiful.
Ask me about romance,
and I will tell you that
musicians make the best lovers.
There is nothing as passionate
as the pluck of strings
or the curve of pale fingers
over ivory and black
There is nothing
that doesn’t scream of devotion.
We are taught to pour
our breath into our sound
and our hearts into
an emotion you can hear
so that even the blindest of fools
can feel something.
We are taught how to love,
how to hate,
and how to want
with such a force
that even the coldest of hearts
There is no pain sweeter
than that which comes
when holding out a final note
for the whole world to hear.
So do not tell me
is not a form of love
and that an instrument
is not a lover
Because there isn’t a sound
that doesn’t say
"I love you"