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Hypothetically, let's say I had lyrics to a song I wrote and I had a "tune" for it. But I have zero singing/music production skills. How would I go about making it into a song?
Prompt #55
Teammates are sent footage of one of their own being tortured. Watching them scream and wail but never beg to stop, keeping their pride intact. Never giving up information during the interrogation. However when threats to their team/ family or whom ever is viewing his torture he brakes.
*chef's kiss*
When Mai says in ATLA to Azula
"I love Zuko more than I fear you"
That's it, that's the post
âfirst of allâ i say, and then wait patiently to hear what slippery excuse for coherence next falls from my mouth
Okay, First of all..
I'm not sure of who I am. I'm not who I think I am, I'm not who I want to be, I'm not who I'm expected to be.
All I know for sure is I am. That's it. I am.
And I'm afraid that's all I'll ever do, exist.
What gives me a sense of power is not money, sex or actual power.
What actually makes me feel powerful is posting some random weird thought on Tumblr and then seeing it in some other website with comments like "That's deep" and you can think to yourself "I wrote that about the mouse I saw on the street the other day".
I think the saddest part about the lockdown is that we were not designed to last this long without human contact. I can feel myself fading away, without love, without friendship.
Without laughter and joy, and sadness and simple touches. How can one be sure if one exists?
There is an unfair responsibility that comes with being an only child - you grow up knowing you aren't allowed to disappoint, you're not even allowed to die.
Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl
Wow she just said that and went âWhelp, thereâs some trauma explainedâ and then shut up, huh?
The One? Okay Stalker
Fuck F.R.I.E.N.D.S Fuck How I Met Your Mother
I cannot sit through another sitcom where the lead is a white man who finds the love of this life, screws it up, and ends up with her again in the end simply because it was meant to be.
Hungry for Hungary
I just want a documentary crew to follow me while I reveal my greatest sadnesses of never being the person someone likes the most and the mediocrity of being unrecognized by the people you love, and my complete distrust in anyone else. Then I proceed to runaway to Hungary to write code for a shady organization while everyone here sees the documentary of my life and wonder how I even managed to hold on that long. Is that too much to ask?