This... this. Psychological continuity and persistence of memory and all that. Things are different but things are the same. Where does the past go?

just a little bit relatable

My newest theme song, I think.

My life keeps turning into Tegan and Sara songs.

Want to hear some life-changing music? Listen to MCR:

Because metal can't be beautiful.

 

no, symphonic is not cheating

Just call me the Ladye of Shalott.

"Music is the only academic subject that combines and reinforces all the other academic subjects. Why are we cutting it in schools?"

#CUT4BIEBER?! What the fuck is wrong with people?! Really, the concept that young girls with loving families and less than two decades of life experience behind them will compromise themselves physically and psychologically as a "sacrifice" to offer their beloved idol? This is something that happens in primitive, extinct societies. Not 21st century America. I can't blame the music itself, but the sensationalism surrounding teen stars like Bieber eats at the souls of naive young girls. I blame our fixation on our perfectly airbrushed stars. And my goodness, being into this is considered normal?!

Rock out and stay sane. I say this with pride. \m/

Merry Christmas. If those words don't mean anything to you, just enjoy another day being alive.

cont'd

But Facebook doesn't. So instead of posting that compilation of dumb pictures for your facepalming pleasure, enjoy this. It is one of my favorite songs.

Weep not for roads untraveled
Weep not for paths left lone
'Cause beyond every bend is a long blinding end
It's the worst kind of pain I've known

Give up your heart left broken
And let that mistake pass on
'Cause the love that you lost wasn't worth what it cost
And in time you'll be glad it's gone.

Weep not for roads untraveled
Weep not for sights unseen
May your love never end, and if you need a friend
There's a seat here alongside me.

Rise Against - Survivor Guilt

Orchestra...

When the lead cellist doesn't know his solo and the concert is tonight.

The end.

The songwriter’s dead.
The blade fell upon him
Taking him to the white lands
Of Empathica
Of Innocence.
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One last perfect verse
Is still the same old song
Oh Christ, how I hate what I have become!
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"For eleven years I’ve been strapped unto this altar.
Now I only have 3 minutes and counting.
I just wish the tide would catch me first and give me a death 

I always longed for."
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"He stopped crying at the end of each beautiful day.
The music he wrote had too long been without silence.

He was found nakedly dead,
With a smile in his face, a pen and 1000 pages of erased text.”
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Be still, my son
You are home
When did you become so cold?
The blade will keep on descending
All you need is to feel my love

Search for beauty, find your shore
Try to save them all, bleed no more
You have such oceans within
In the end
I will always love you.

The beginning.