yah sure but im too lazy to come up with my own thing heh… maybe tomorrow?
“You are going to live a good and long life filled with great and terrible moments that you cannot even imagine yet!”
Love: Almost Lover- A Fine Frenzy
Hate: Hate Me - Blue October
Light: Exit Lights- Falling Up
Dark: I Will Follow You Into The Dark- Death Cab For Cutie
Good: Good Life- One repub
Bad: Bad Blood- Bastille
Cry: Boys Don’t Cry- Natalia Kills
Girl: Classy Girls-The Lumineers
Boy: Run Boy Run -The Woodkids
middle name(s): none
birthday: feb 17
favorite color: red/purple
best school subjects: i fail at everything
mac or PC: PC
current shirt color: black
So, maybe we’re the
generation of the selfie,
but we’re also the generation
that grew up in a tainted,
with every impossible beauty standard
shoved down our throat
through a tube
because eating has become
a guilty pleasure
and condemning beauty ideals
won’t go straight to our thighs.
And if, by chance,
we are able to destroy the
demons that you’ve planted
inside of us with your
constant advertisements and rules
that play behind our eyelids and
take root in our brains,
then let us take our fucking pictures
and capture that moment when
we felt beautiful because all this world
has taught us is that
our beauty is the greatest
measure of our worth.
Scoff at our phones all you like,
these delicate extensions of
our fingers, but know that
through this technology
that you couldn’t even
begin to understand,
we have smudged the entire
world with our fingerprints.
We are the generation of knowledge,
and we are learning more than
any that came before us.
So, frown at my typing fingers;
I am using them to grasp power
by the throat.
Try to invalidate us,
but we’ve heard our
parents talking about
the world’s crashing and burning
since we had sprung from the womb.
We know you’ve fucked up,
and we’re angry about it-
the kind of anger that
that I feel in my veins every time
I read the news from my phone
that sticks in my throat like honey
in a debate;
the kind of anger that simmers,
that sharpens teeth into daggers,
that makes this generation more dangerous
than you could have ever imagined.
We are the generation of change,
and goddammit, we’re coming.
In stark contrast to two nights ago, when I felt Peeta was a million miles away, I’m struck by his immediacy now. As we settle in, he pulls my head down to use his arm as a pillow; the other rests protectively over me even when he goes to sleep. No one has held me like this in such a long time. Since my father died and I stopped trusting my mother, no one else’s arms have made me feel this safe.
It’s your gift, to see the beauty and the horror in ordinary things…
“I am completely ordinary”
I’m from a little city with expensive taste,
It feels better biting down.
All my life, I’ve been fighting a war,
What if I wanna be the one who,
I know your inside, you’re feeling so hollow.
this doesnt make sense but