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Qwackie

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  1. One year from now- Katatonia One year from now will I be strong Will I stand up for what I've become Everything I have I will give you And everything I own I owe you One year from now dare I call you mine A year ahead from now it's a different time Everything I have I will give you And everything I own I owe you Everything I have I will give you And everything I own I owe you Everything I have I will give you And everything I own I owe you Everything I have I will give you Everything I own I owe to you Everything I have I will give you Everything I own I owe you One year from now will I be strong Will I stand up for what I've become Everything I have I will give you And everything I own I owe you
  2. Why would you buy a Burzum coffee mug? YES I WILL DRINK MY COFFEE IN A BLACK METAL MUG, MAKE MY COFFEE BLACK WIT A SIDE OF NEO-NAZISM.
  3. I listen to a weird variety of stuff.... Prog rock, prog metal, hardcore punk, ska punk, anarcho punk, heavy metal, power metal, thrash metal, speed metal, folk metal, black metal, doom metal, stoner rock, psychedelic rock, goth rock, death rock, gothic metal, folk rock, celtic rock, celtic punk, grunge rock, holy crap I listen to a lot of stuff
  4. I wonder how long it'll be until he talks to me. And then what?
  5. Trabadour by Streetlight Manifesto This is a morbid story 'bout a fellow that had to die He had a beautiful wife but he also had a rovin' eye. She planted him by the roadside She planted him by the roadside She planted him by the roadside for all the unfaithful husbands to see Come let me tell you the story Of little Willie, the Troubadour And just how it happened to pass, my friend Little Willie won't sing no more (You know why?) She planted him by the roadside She planted him by the roadside She planted him by the roadside for all the unfaithful husbands to see Willie was handsome as he could be He met a gal in society Then Willie was cursed with a rovin' eye And never let a pretty chick pass by So he bought himself a Convertible Bird, To ride the fine chicks around He found out he was being followed So he could never let the top down (Know what happened to him?) She planted him by the roadside She planted him by the roadside She planted him by the roadside for all the unfaithful husbands to see If he drove a girl to a drive-in He'd have to go after dark He knew he always had to hide So he'd wind up sitting in the park She caught him down by the water Loving the fisherman's daughter She pulled her little pistol from right out of the air And shot poor Willie right then and there She planted him by the roadside She planted him by the roadside She planted him by the roadside For all the unfaithful husbands to see
  6. I wonder if he went to that place he said he might have to go to and that's why he can't talk to me. And his stepfather isn't telling me about it because HIPPA and stuff. EPIPHANY Haha no he probably just hates me for something. Don't care that he hates me, I'd just like to know why.
  7. Well. Personality wise I like really weird funny people. Not annoying, loud ones, but quiet people that act really strangely sometimes. I like people that can make me laugh. I like people with a certain complexity, though. So not just funny and weird, because after awhile those traits start to annoy me if someone is just joking all the time about everything. I like quiet, artistic, creative people. Like my boyfriend and I used to spend all night recording ourselves playing guitar, or share poems and stories we had written. I like them to share interests with me, but not be my clone. I like to be able to show them new things that I like, and have them do the same. Like I've shared a lot of music with my boyfriend. A lot. And he has too, and I've gotten into some genres of music and some artists I'd never listened to before because of it. I mostly listen to metal, he listens to punk and psychedelic music from the 70's haha. Beliefs.... I like them to share some beliefs like moral beliefs and stuff, but again, not be a clone. I think that being a little different in terms of stuff like that would be desirable because it's give sometime to have intelligent conversations about. As long as they're chill and not hostile about it, sometimes a bit of healthy debate is alright and opens you to new ideas I guess. I don't really care about religion as long as no one tries to convert me. Appearance. I mostly like guys of the short and skinny variety because I'm short and skinny and I don't like feeling small. My boyfriend's 5'5" and I'm 5'0". We are short. I like guys with long-ish hair, don't really care about color but prefer it to be dark brownish. Nice facial structure helps. Dressed nicely. I hate it when people wear certain clothes (v-necks, wifebeaters, sandals, basketball shorts, shorts with high socks and those ugly flip flop sandal things, brightly colored clothes, ugh) and I don't think I'd like to date someone that wears ugly clothes. I know it's shallow haha, but I mentally associate people that dress like that with a certain personality type for some reason. Hygiene helps, but if someone has greasy hair or bad skin or something I won't blame them for it. That's it really.
  8. You Were But a Ghost in my Arms by Agalloch Like snowfall, you cry a silent storm Your tears paint rivers on this oaken wall. . . Amber nectar, misery ichor . . .cascading in streams of hallowed form For each stain, a forsaken shadow You are the lugubrious spirit Etched in the oak of wonder You are the sullen voice and silent storm Each night I lay Awakened by her shivering silent voice From the shapes in the corridor walls. It pierces the solitude like that of a distant scream In the pitch-black forest of my delusion. . . With each passing day, a deeper grave. . . "Why did you leave me to die?" "Why did you abandon me?" "Why did you walk away and leave me bitterly yearning?" Her haunting, contorted despair was etched into the wood's grain Though fire rages within me, no fire burns fiercer than her desire The shape whispers my name. . . I damn this oak! I damn her sorrow! I damn these oaken corridors That bear the ghosts of those I've thrown away! Though tempted I am to caress her texture divine And taste her pain sweet, sweet like brandy wine; I must burn these halls, these corridors And silence her shrill, tormenting voice . . .forever. . . Like snowfall, you cried a silent storm No tears stain this dust in my hands But from this ashen gray, her voice still Whispers my name. . . You were the lugubrious spirit Who haunted the oak of wonder You were the geist that warned this frozen silent storm You were but a ghost in my arms
  9. "You should go to counseling." hahahahaha no thank you Something happened that no one can change And talking about it isn't going to fix it Telling some person I don't know what's going on isn't going to change anything Five stages of grief Well, I think the week it happened was the denial phase Anger. Didn't really get angry. I just feel numb. Bargaining... Yes yes yes. Done that. "If I told him I read it after I did and brought it up in conversation..." "He doesn't hate me, he just has a lot on his mind." Depression. Well. Suppose my being an angst bucket is that. I haven't eaten bahah. Or slept. I just cry at night. Like a pansy. Acceptance. Yeah. Not happening anytime soon.
  10. So Much for Sleep by Dawnbringer Welcome to the distance Welcome to your hole Just lie down and think The same old thoughts you can't control You're not crazy Just insane Lying to the lunatic Who lives inside your brain Might pray tonight This could be the moment The one that never ends A night so long it seems the sun May never rise again No more dreams No more sleep Welcome to the future Where you're buried twice as deep Might pray tonight Take me tonight
  11. -angsts aggressively- Oh my god I'm turning into an angst bucket. I have a reason to be, but still.
  12. Porcelain Heart by Opeth I lost all I had (that April day), I turned to my friends (nothing to say), I wrote down a name (and read it twice), I wallowed in shame. I said that I loved (eternal schemes), I cling to my past (like childish dreams) I promised to stay (and held my breath) I went far away. Icy roads beneath my feet, Lead me through wastelands of deceit, Rest your head now, don't you cry, Don't ever ask the reason why Kept inside our idle race Ghost of an idol's false embrace Rest your head now, don't you cry Don't ever ask the reasons why.
  13. They. Took. A picture. With my phone. And I just found it. .-. Of course he's in it. Of course. Of course I have to be reminded of that person. Everything. Dreams. I can't listen to the music I uses to listen to a lot and have to find other bands so that I don't listen to the same music I listened to before. I have all the music that he gave me in a bag in my closet. Along with everything else he's given me. And I can't forget what happened to him. He's not dead but it feels like he is. Then my mom brings it up "HEY, whatever happened to you and that boy?! Is he still talking to you?" And not only that, but I don't know how he feels about any of what happened. Other than the fact it sucked and that he's glad he's still alive. Or maybe he just thanked me because he felt it was mandatory. Maybe he still wants to die. Maybe that's why he can't speak to me Maybe he tried again
  14. Qwackie

    Song Name Game

    A Lost Forgotten Sad Spirit by Burzum
  15. hahah a I've been staying up all night for three nights just to see if maybe you would show signs of being alive But Guess not It's been a long time and I'm honestly just completely numb to anything What happened to you Where are you even
  16. I'm bored I'm bored of the internet I'm bored of vidya I'm sad Music makes me sad Reading makes me sad Seeing other people happy makes me sad Angst angst angst If you're angsty and you know it clap your hands If you're angsty and you know it clap your hands If you're angsty and you know it and you're an "awesome" poet If you're angsty and you know it clap your hands
  17. Qwackie

    Song Name Game

    Evening Star by Tyr