EMOCEANS

Solo Musician. 17 Years Old. Constant Dreamer. High Hopes. Listen to my stuff, and I will love you forever, and shower you in lame movies and Taco Bell.

[femalefrontedbandsconfessions]

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I honestly don’t understand why people get offended when other female fronted bands get compared to Paramore. I get that bands want to have their own identity but they shouldn’t take that comparison personally. Paramore is a talented, creative and successful band. They’re also one of the most successful female fronted bands. What’s wrong with getting compared to that? If I had a band and we got told that we sounded like Paramore I would take it as a compliment.

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There’s nothing WRONG with it, technically. But as a frontswoman myself, it tends to get incredibly annoying when you work so hard to be original and all you ever hear is “Oh, wow, you remind me of Hayley” every time you ever do anything for the simple fact that your the same gender in the same genre. Paramore is incredible, and I love them. But I don’t want to BE them.

[hechosastrologicos]

Responsabilities: Responsabilidades

Me: Sagitario, Géminis, Piscis

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Hayley Williams: Turns down offers to be a solo artist as a teenager because she wants to be in a band with her friends

Hayley Williams:Gets so upset when their bassist leaves that the lyrics and artwork of their debut album becomes about him leaving

Hayley Williams: Aged 17, notices that she's getting more attention than the guys and gets upset. Makes a 'Paramore Is A Band' shirt to remind people that the guys are part of the band too and wears it for tours, then later makes another shirt with it in Spanish.

Hayley Williams: Makes sure that everybody onstage is appreciated and introduces them to everyone, even the touring members because she knows how hard they work.

Hayley Williams: Calls out interviewers/magazines/sites who don't include the things the guys say in the final videos/articles

Hayley Williams: Credits the guys for all their work and always talks about how much they work they put into the albums.

Hayley Williams: Got angry at cameramen at CCB Brazil for only putting her onscreen and told them off so they'd know they were doing wrong

Hayley Williams: Asks the guys before doing any projects alone with other artists out of respect for them and then makes sure she is credited as 'Hayley of Paramore' so people know she's part of a bigger band and not a solo artist.

Hayley Williams:Can play bass, guitar, drums, piano, and can sing and is perfectly capable of having a solo career but continues to work with her friends because she doesn't like the idea of going solo at all.

People: Wow what a bitch. She's obviously using Paramore as a solo project.

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what she says: im fine

what she means: paramore was, is and will always be a band. Jeremy was such an important part of a band, I mean, he inspired a whole fucking album wow. I understand his decision, he has a family now and looks like he's pursuing a new career and i really really hope he does great, because jeremy is great and everything he does is great as well. Hayley and Taylor sure are going through a really hard moment and we gotta show them our support for all three of them. but holy shit, jeremy is such an amazing bassist, probably the best out there, things are going to be so different now holy shit holy shit i'm already missing him, he's such an inspiration, bye jeremy we love you. why why why

[iamemoceans-blog]

When you try to sing Goner by twenty one pilots and you accidentally die.

[iamemoceans-blog]

"I never knew I was a puppet, Until you tied me in my own strings.

EMOCEANS

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Stop Destroying Feminism

​On August 18th, 1920, the 19th amendment was ratified, granting women the right to vote. For over seventy years, women suffragists had been fighting for equal rights, brave women who spent their lives marching, protesting, lobbying, and rallying to defeat sexism in the United States. These women were harassed, spit on, arrested, locked away on unfair terms, abused, and so much more. They believed, they fought, and they never gave up. And on that day in 1920, their struggles proved worthy. ​But you know what they DIDN’T do? They didn’t sit around at home all day behind a computer, blindly accusing all men of being sexist pigs that don’t have any problems. They didn’t assume that men were the bane of their existence, and treat them like they were the scum of the earth. They saw a problem that affected them, and they fought for a solution. ​But today, all of that is being forgotten about, mainly because of how feminism is currently being represented through social media. Today, a bored, angsty teenage girl can easily go online and rant about how horrible men are, and label it as feminism. A quick heads up, that is NOT feminism. That is something called misandry, or reverse sexism towards men. Is that what Elizabeth Cady Stanton and Susan B. Anthony were fighting for? Was Alice Paul really abused and force fed in prison, so that as women, we could earn the privilege to bash and degrade men? ​Merriam Webster defines feminism as, “the belief that men and women should have EQUAL rights and opportunities.” Dictionary.com defines feminism as, “the doctrine advocating social, political, and all other rights of women EQUAL to those of men.” Oxford Dictionary defines feminism as, “The advocacy of women’s rights on the ground EQUALITY of the sexes.” In not a single one of those definitions it is stated that feminism supports the belief of superiority to women over men. In not a single one of those definitions is it stated that a feminists intention is to overcome men, or degrade men, or make oneself out to be better than a man. Sexist feminism is not real feminism. ​When a young woman logs online, opens up a post, and types, “Men are so gross. They’re only after one thing. #feminism” that is NOT feminism. That is sexism. That is not what feminism was created to be, and that is not at all what it should be perceived as. ​On this particular subject, it’s a common argument to ask, “Well, why go by the name feminism? If you don’t think you’re superior, why not just call it gender equality?” It’s a very valid point, and there hasn’t been a very clear answer. While I believe wholeheartedly in gender equality, I identify as a feminist. Why is that? Three reasons. 1.) I am a woman, I am proud to be a woman, and I am proud of the movement that gave me my rights as a woman. 2.) It’s how the movement was named. When the movement was created, women were being oppressed, and the goal was to create equal rights for both sexes. The name of it really shouldn’t matter as long as it’s for equality. It doesn’t matter what the heck you call yourself, it matters what you’re fighting for. 3.) I have respect for the women that worked so hard through the feminist movement to bring us to where we are today. They share the same ideals as I do, they created the movement, and they identify as feminists. I support that, and I support the same ideals that my rights as a female were built upon. That makes me something we call a feminist. The problem with modern feminism online is that people are to quick to assuming that something is feminist, even when it isn’t. Disrespecting men isn’t feminist, and stating the facts isn’t sexist. Men and women both have their own separate privileges and issues. The thing is, we exaggerate certain issues online more than others. ​I advocate equality for both genders. Being a female, I can specifically relate to one side of sexism, but that doesn’t mean that the other side does not exist. There is still a lot of sexism in the world, on both sides of the spectrum. While women are more likely to be the victim of domestic violence, men are still victims too. While a woman is more likely to be raped, that doesn’t mean that men aren’t sexually assaulted either. The thing is, we’re too quick to become blind to the other side. We can angrily rant about how a guy pushed his girlfriend in some video online all we want, but if we hear something about a man being abused by his wife, we brush it off too quickly. Because he’s a man. He can handle it… right? Wrong. ​Regardless of gender, everyone has a different mind, a different life, and a different way of thinking and handling situations. Men are usually stronger than women. That isn’t sexist. That isn’t discrimination. That’s a fact. Women are usually more emotional than men. That is also a fact. But that doesn’t mean that a woman CAN’T be stronger than a man, and that doesn’t mean that a man CAN’T be emotional. We fall into these stereotypes far too often to make a difference. If you want to make a difference, you have to understand all sides of the spectrum, not just the angle you’re seeing from. ​I identify as a feminist. I don’t think that means I think I’m superior. I don’t think that means I’m some horribly oppressed victim, either. I believe that being a feminist means that I respect myself as a woman (Oh, no!), and I believe in equal rights for everyone. In that sense, everyone should be a feminist. ​So, I beg of you, please stop destroying feminism with your quick assumptions and your sexist labels. ​You’re making the actual feminists look bad.

[iamemoceans-blog]

Sweet Niblets

You know, if you really think about it, the whole storyline behind Hannah Montana actually seems really, really creepy. The show starts when Miley is about eleven years old. We've got this guy who's lost his fame. He's a washed up country singer. So we have this washed up celebrity that decides to dress up his eleven year old daughter as some sort of pop star, and throws her out into the public eye. Miley is basically a child puppet to make more fame and money. And on top of that, throughout her entire youth she's forced to deal with two different lives, two different sets of expectations, two different identities, two different sets of responsibility. Think about it, can you imagine playing a show until one in the morning, then having an essay due the next day? And then having ANOTHER show in some far away place like Toronto, and then having to get back to school for your Chemistry quiz? And NOBODY is allowed to know, so it's not like she has any excuses. Plus, it starts when she's FREAKING eleven! It's not like she had any idea what she was getting herself into. I mean, c'mon. If you think about it, it's actually pretty dark.

[iamemoceans-blog]

"She said, 'I've seen a lot of things that you've gone through, but I'm Telling you, What you've convinced yourself isn't true. Ten years ago, I was just like you..."

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Something interesting is going on....

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A little bit of Drama Queen. This is probably the first recording I did of the song, if you count a video as a recording. It’s a bit different, and it isn’t perfect at all, and I’m pretty sure I gave up halfway through because I wasn’t proud of it at all, but you know. Here you go.

[observando]

She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood. She only looked away for a moment, and the mask slipped, and you fell. All your tomorrows start here.

Neil Gaiman (via observando)

[iamemoceans-blog]

I had such great moves as an angsty fifteen year old, guys.

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*peeps out from behind owl wing*

Music?

...

No, but really. Download my music.

...Please?

[goddofthesun]

Once you have started seeing the beauty of life, ugliness starts disappearing. If you start looking at life with joy, sadness starts disappearing. You cannot have heaven and hell together, you can have only one. It is your choice.

Osho (via liamtinker)

Too true.

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Persistence

What separates the pop star from the homeless man playing guitar in the streets? What distinguishes your average doodler from a modern Picasso? What is the key difference between the dreamer and the successor?

One word:

Persistence.

In a colorful culture like the one we live in today, talent is not hard to come by. Every other person sings, or plays an instrument. Half the kids play sports, or excel in academics. When it comes to talent, we have plenty in store. However, without persistence, there is no point to having any talent at all. Although talent, genius, and education are necessary factors when striving for success, they are absolutely useless without persistence.

Persistence is the glue that holds the creative mind together. It is the last resort engine that will keep a seemingly "degenerate" moving when all other hope is lost. Without it, you'll find yourself stuck in the middle of no where, slowly watching yourself fall apart.

For example, I'm a musician. I'm constantly playing and writing my own songs; when I'm not, I'm dreaming about my foggy future of being a musician. It's a hazy road, and it's usually a struggle, but I move on anyways, because it's what I love to do.

I'm often fond of titling the struggle in my mind as, "The Dreamer Vs. The Doubter". The Doubter is the pessimistic, realist side of me that's always cautioning, "Don't take that risk. You'll fail and be worse off than before."

The Dreamer keeps her head in the clouds. She never thinks of anything but a practically impossible future, and she never shuts up about it. The two LOVE to argue, and sadly enough, sometimes, the Doubter will win.

On the other hand, thank God, the Dreamer has this little thing called persistence, which keeps me moving in the risky, uncertain direction that I would be too cautious to take without. Persistence is what has kept me from giving up, kept me dreaming, even through the darkest times.

The Doubter wins her battles, but she has yet to win the war.

That is the beauty of persistence:

It takes a hopeless case, and it makes her unbeatable.

[iamemoceans-blog]

Dreamers

I’m a dreamer, and it’s torture.

Somebody help me, because I’m lost in my own fantasies.

Consumed in this world that I’ve created for myself.

I’m either dreaming of the future, or dwelling on the past, and it’s caused me to become so blind to the gifts of today.

So if somebody could just pull me out of this endless ocean of daydreams and false hopes, I would greatly appreciate it. Because I can’t do this anymore, not now.

I can’t help but feel like I’m living my life, stretched out, in a way. I’m reaching for these hopes and fantasies of mine, but they’re placed up a little too high for me to reach. Below me are my peers. My family. My friends. And they’re laughing at me. They know I can’t reach. I guess a little part of me knows it too, but I won’t give up. I’m too afraid to face them.

So here I am, stuck. I can’t make it, and I can’t give up. It’s hopeless, isn’t it?

But then again, maybe it isn’t.

Maybe it’s just my mind frame. Maybe it’s just me. Maybe I’m the problem.

It turns out that I am my own worst enemy. I am the only one standing in my way. I am the only one knocking myself down. I am my own barrier. I am what is keeping me from reaching my only desires, because it seems that I’ve decided I’m not worthy.

Why do we do this to ourselves?

When will I ever find the hope not to be overcome by the darker side of me? When will I ever find the strength to conquer myself?

I’m a dreamer, and it’s torment.

So much of me, every day, is cast out to these ideas of my imagination. I give my heart and soul to brief glimpses of the future that my brain decides to concoct behind my eyes. I give away my life to a dream that I can’t even see. Does anybody see how real this is to me? They listen to my hopes, my desperate expressions. And they’ll nod, and smile, and play along.

Oh, how cute, she has a dream.

And I can see the doubt in their eyes. The laughter behind their lips. I can see them judging me inside. They don’t think I can make it. No one really thinks I can make it.

Or maybe it’s just me.

Maybe I’m the problem.

Maybe I’m the only one that really doesn’t believe in myself.

Maybe it’s time I change that.

And oh, I wish I could. I wish I could so badly, you don’t even know.

There are two sides of me. The dreamer, and the doubter. The dreamer screams yes, and the doubter screams no. The dreamer hopes, the doubter shuts me down. The dreamer is scrambling to reach the top, while the doubter pessimistically cautions her from the bottom.

You’ll never make it.

You’ll never be good enough.

You’ll never win this fight.

And oh, so often do I long to shut one off. Sometimes, I so badly wish that the doubter would stop screaming, or the dreamer would stop dreaming, just to quiet this ongoing conflict within me.

But alas, doubters will doubt, and dreamers will dream.

And that’s how we work, or so it seems.

But one day, one side will win.

It’s up to me to decide which side it will be.

Will I follow the dreamer, and chase after this breathing fairy tale that I’m longing for?

Or do I follow the doubter, and live a cautious, careful life, just like everybody else?

It’s up to us decide, we just need the strength to do it.

One of these days, the dreamer will win.

The dreamer will win, and never again will the voice of the doubter reign within me, chewing up, and spiting out my dreams. Scaring me out of ever loving or chasing anything. Crippling me from the inside out.

One of these days, I will learn to conquer myself.

I am my own biggest obstacle.

But until then, I live my life with this constant war raging inside of me. Every choice I make, every thing I do, all decisions are split between the dreamer, and the doubter.

I’m tired of living with these doubts.

I’m tired of chasing fruitless dreams.

And most of all, I’m tired of complaining that I’m tired.

But I can’t help it.

I’m only human.

And it’s only human to have a dream, isn’t it?

Maybe so. Maybe one day, I’ll know. One day, I’ll know, and I won’t have to be so tired, and so confused anymore. One day, I’ll look back, and I’ll be okay.

But for now, I’m just another wanderer. Another curious, lost dreamer.

Yes, I am a dreamer.

I’m a dreamer, and oh, it is such torture.