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Posts tagged Fall:

aurenfaie asked:

Yuuri on Ice & Carole and Tuesday!

wittywallflower -

Yuuri on Ice: What helps put you at ease when you're troubled? A cup of tea? Taking a walk? Reading?

Cuddling my kitty helps a lot. I often try to take comfort in a favorite media, like reread a favorite book i've read a million times, or watch a show/movie i can recite by heart. If I need to laugh, I might watch some stand-up comedy. Fresh air helps so if I have the energy maybe take a walk. If all else fails, I smoke weed and take a nap.

 

Carole and Tuesday: What's your favorite kind of music? What kind of music can you absolutely not stand? 

I don't have strong musical genre preferences, I tend to like a little bit of everything. If, gun to my head, i had to name a genre I would probably say classic rock because I grew up with my parents playing music any moment they were home and bands like Queen, Styx, Lynyrd Skynyrd, AC/DC, etc were the soundtrack to my childhood (between Disney soundtracks).

I dont think there is any kind that I can't stand, that I would be annoyed to be made to listen to. If i dont like music I just tune it out. But that would likely be more a song-specific thing and not a hatred of a whole genre. I dont mind country or rap or kitschy pop and I love acapella so good luck trying to annoy me with your playlist.


pantarhei -

"or watch a show/movie I can recite by heart"

it's okay Jo, you can say Eureka.


wittywallflower -



 

I painted a thing!

My friend has a birthday coming up and moved into a new place last month AND also recently started rehab so its a bday/housewarming/encouragement gift.


On a scale from 1 to 'Nobody would ever find your body', how much would Waterfall hate me reposting that "Do you love the colour of the sky?" post from tumblr over here.


Sometimes I just want to fly

but then I look into your eyes

and I don't know why

but I stay down here with you.

Look at what you do.

If it hadn't been for you

I would have been halfway to the moon.

 

Take my hand

don't try to understand.

I can't leave you here,

feet on the ground,

to sink to the sand.

 

Come with me and fly.


Your cruel lips curve

like a longbow.

Foul words feather your arrows.

Your ammunition against

pain and heartbreak.

But love has stormed your defenses,

slipped past the barriers you've

placed in it's path

to set a flaming torch

to your passion.

The fortress housing your heart

has fallen

but still you fight,

never willing to surrender.

Determined to be

love's last martyr. 


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