Reblog with five totally sweet songs:

noonatnine:

toxicmachine:

1. Unattainable- Little Joy
2. El Scorcho- Weezer
3. How to Say Goodbye- Paul Tiernen
4. The Youth- MGMT
5. The Girl- City and Colour

1. Hallelujah- Jeff Buckley
2. Lover- Devendra Banhart
3. Electric Feel- MGMT
4. Dark of the Matinee- Franz Ferdinand
5. Daylight- Matt & Kim

1. Boogie Down- MGMT
2. Lover I don’t Have to love- Bright Eyes
3. Nerd Girl- Chester French
4. Maps- Yeah Yeah Yeahs
5. Love Will Tear Us Apart- Joy Division

i honestly do not believe someone would write this about me. this is out of a book. amazed.

doe-eyes:

Porcelain doll, so pretty and pristine, I’m still in awe, you’ve knocked me dead as a dodo and I fear that the cartoon stars shall never stop spinning about my head. My brain fumbles for words in the dark, like lips pressed against a sheet of glass, a mark is left, incorporeal and ephemeral, here today and gone tomorrow, you’re burning on my subconscious, a latent desire, so tied up with the here and now. You’re brilliant and bold, vibrant and ever so glorious, a thousand sunsets, the sky stained with blood evening after evening, could never match up to the beauty that is you. Perhaps this is inappropriate, but I’m incurably young for my age and somehow feel that you’ve lived more than I, wise beyond your fifteen years. This is certainly not some deranged, Lolita-esque obsession, I myself being incapable of the sordid and the human, carnal desires and such being misplaced, far happier to spend my time collecting leaves from forest floors, to one day make a sepia rainbow, a stairway to another dimension, where perhaps I’m more than lifeless. Eighteen sounds so old, but I’ve spent the past three years of my life in a coma like state, my eyes rolled into the back of my skull, introspection and imagination forming this insane asylum, my own prison, primordial madness and unyielding, morbid, delusions. You make me smile.

What book?

Maneater- Hall and Oates

This song has been played 19 times.

Formspring.

toxicmachine:

what are you goin to be for halloween?

I’m going to be a unicorn with a black eye and bloody knuckles.

I’m going to get a white hoodie, sew on a horn and ears on the hood (the inside of the ears will be pink, and my friend’s ears will be blue, and we’ll be a couple). And I’m going to fill my pockets with glitter and jelly beans and distribute them throughout the school.

HARDCORE.

That’s really fucking awesome.

You remind me of the babe. What babe? The babe with the power. What power? The power of Voodoo. Who doo? You do. Do what? Remind me of the babe, ha ha ha.

toxicmachine:

The Labyrinth.

OMG, I LOVE THAT MOVIE.

I used to do this all the time.

pop the glock- uffie

This song has been played 19 times.

noonatnine:

toxicmachine:

In for the kill- La Roux

Love La Roux.

Me too. They’re just too great.

This song has been played 46 times.

You are too brilliant (this question via formspring)

noonatnine:

pepsiaudio:

toxicmachine:

what is more sad?
can’t love someone, or not be loved?

I would say not being able to love someone.

Because when you can’t feel love, you’re barely human at all. When you can’t be loved, there’s still that longing, there’s still that hope that you will be, and it always keeps you going. But when you can’t love, when you can’t wholly give yourself over to another person, it leads to self-destruction. Your soul can’t go without loving, it can’t go without being shared. You’re much more alone than not being loved at all.

On the contrary, I think it’s sadder to not be loved at all. Because even when you hope you can share your soul, you never can. And that’s more dissapointing. And that’s the most miserable part of it I think. I’d like to say “I can’t love” rather than “I can’t be loved”.

I have no opinion.