Qwackie
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Sleeper by Katatonia
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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
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Come On In by Kaleidoscope
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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.
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One Year from Now- Katatonia
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Lifeline by Price of Pain
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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
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I wonder how long it'll be until he talks to me. And then what?
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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
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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.
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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.
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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
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"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.
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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
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-angsts aggressively-
Oh my god I'm turning into an angst bucket. I have a reason to be, but still.
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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.
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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
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Return Tip by Electric Wizard
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A Lost Forgotten Sad Spirit by Burzum
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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
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I'm ridiculously hungry.
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Bodies by The Peppermint Creeps
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Alone by No Apologies
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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
Current Thought Thread
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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.