THIS SONG IS THE REASON WHY I AM STILL ALIVE
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THIS SONG IS THE REASON WHY I AM STILL ALIVE
hottest guys (x)
Cents for pirouette.
I can look at this for hours
This is absolutely astounding to watch.
The best lyric I think I’ve ever written, and I think the fan favorite, is from a song called ‘Colors’.
It’s about a person who gets affected by their partner in a relationship and then their partner leaves them because of the person they’ve become. When, you know, the other person made them that way.
It’s a really personal lyric.
There are different versions of you living within the minds of others. I wonder how different they all are.
This just fucked me up
I need to lose 20 pounds, make $10,000, and sleep for 4 days all before tomorrow.
There needs to be a bar or club or something that when you walk in there’s a rack of different color wristbands with words like “I’m looking for-“
girls
boys
anyone
no one
friends
etc
So that everyone would know who’s looking for who.
Like:
“Hey that girl is cute. And her wristband says she’s also looking for a girl. Sweet!”
Or:
“He’s cute, but his wristband says girls. Oh well.”
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It’s not your job to fix me. It’s your job to hold my hand, while I fix myself.
(via jesusbemysource)
I hate being so sensitive. I hate being able to detect the slightest change in the way people message me, or talk to me, or look at me. I hate overthinking about it for the whole night. I hate when I can feel someone is slowly losing interest in me.