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Qwackie

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  1. Wow, I can play a lot of songs.

     

    Bard's Song (in the forest) as well as (the hobbit), Orchid, Solitude, Nothing Else Matters, the intro to Forever, Thousand Years of Oppression, Porcelain Heart, Windowpane, Pantheist, so much more wow.

  2. 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

  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. 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

  5. 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.

  6. 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.

  7. 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

  8. "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.

  9. 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

  10. 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.

  11. 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

  12. 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

  13. 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