I love listening to music in other languages because it gives me a chance to be affected purely by music, no lyrics, no meaning, just music and vocals. Sometimes you don’t have to understand the words to feel an emotion while listening to a song. And I think that’s the purest form of love.
but in our ears it sounds kinda good, kinda right, kinda okay
I sing and you play
we sound mediocre
but it’s sort of okay
You and that beat up 20 year old 15 quid guitar
me and my 18 year old struggling voice box
we feel right together
we feel okay
more than either of us could ever properly say
all we need is here
and all we do is play
We harmonise badly
But, we sound okay
My poetry blog :3
If you think that a sweet lolita is weak because she’s wearing a pink dress with strawberries on it, just know that she’s probably got a switchblade with a lamb sticker on it in that star-shaped purse of hers. The petticoat is power. She’ll thrust a pastel-painted fingernail straight through your cornea if you even think about trying shit with her.
DO NOT MESS WITH SWEET LOLITAS.
ok but what if like. werewolves transform under the full moon but theres just this one and by day hes a big tough guy and then when he transforms hes a tiny dog. just fucking. just fucking turns into the tiniest, fluffiest dog
imagine that howling at the moon
Truly a ferocious predator.
And lastly: (He’s the pack leader obviously)
the big wolves are his younger sisters
oh my fucking god it got better