Yuuri on Ice & Carole and Tuesday!
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.
"or watch a show/movie I can recite by heart"
it's okay Jo, you can say Eureka.
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
but still you fight,
never willing to surrender.
Determined to be
love's last martyr.