I don’t understand american school years what the fuck is a freshman or a sophomore why do you have these words instead of the numbers
what why would you use numbers
so IT FUCKING MAKES SENSE WHAT THE HELL IS A SOFT MOORE OR A FRESH MAN WHY ARE THE MEN FRESH
I’m scream :’D
I always assumed people said I sang well or killed the drums because that’s what you’re SUPPOSED to say to someone when they step off stage.
I ALWAYS knew every single mistake & fuck up I just made & you called it amazing, wonderful, extraordinary none the less?! Get OUT o here. Lol. I was SO self deprecating that I always figured people were exaggerating.
Even now when I thank people for their compliments, in my head I’m thinking they’re lying little bitches. Lol. I’m not the best I could possibly be… At ANYTHING I do.
Compliment me when I get there.
When I had to teach someone their solo less than 20 minutes before taking the stage in front of a few thousand people together… We went downstairs & were aware of the time crunch, so I just started singing it for her in a small corridor & when I realized she was blown away & paying attention to hearing the shy, quite girl’s voice instead of focusing on the song I became SO self aware. It’s freaking weird
…. &then while finishing that sentence I become conscious of it & make myself stop talking.
I do the same thing when someone touches on a subject I’m passionate about discussing with others….
I’ve always had an issue with making eye contact with people while I’m speaking ((because I used to be so self conscious about voicing my thoughts knowing it’d make people pay attention to me)), but I have been trying to be better about it, so sometimes when I look up & see people looking so intently & amazed at what I’m saying I just have to take a step back & have a “woah, chilllll” moment.
Even though what I’m saying is usually really important, I have to step back and shut the fuck up. Just… Stop looking at me!!? Please…?
girl: he cheated on me
me: then break up with him
And they’ll never know the extent of it. You’re a beautiful soul.Thank you for being you, love.
If you’re under 30 and in a relationship right now, and you’re not head over heels, get out. You are way too young to be wasting your time with someone who doesn’t make you really happy to be with them every day. There’s nothing sadder than watching 23-year-olds settle.
Intimacy is not who you let touch you. Intimacy is who you text at 3am about your dreams and fears. Intimacy is giving someone your attention, when ten other people are asking for it. Intimacy is the person always in the back of your mind, no matter how distracted you are.