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MUSIC ASKS ♫
  • 1: A song you like with a color in the title
  • 2: A song you like with a number in the title
  • 3: A song that reminds you of summertime
  • 4: A song that reminds you of someone you would rather forget about
  • 5: A song that needs to be played LOUD
  • 6: A song that makes you want to dance
  • 7: A song to drive to
  • 8: A song about drugs or alcohol
  • 9: A song that makes you happy
  • 10: A song that makes you sad
  • 11: A song that you never get tired of
  • 12: A song from your preteen years
  • 13: One of your favorite 80’s songs
  • 14: A song that you would love to be played at your wedding
  • 15: A song that is a cover by another artist
  • 16: One of your favorite classical songs
  • 17: A song that you would sing a duet with on karaoke
  • 18: A song from the year that you were born
  • 19: A song that makes you think about life
  • 20: A song that has many meanings to you
  • 21: A favorite song with a person’s name in the title
  • 22: A song that moves you forward
  • 23: A song that you think everybody should listen to
  • 24: A song by a band you wish were still together
  • 25: A song by an artist no longer living
  • 26: A song that makes you want to fall in love
  • 27: A song that breaks your heart
  • 28: A song by an artist with a voice that you love
  • 29: A song that you remember from your childhood
  • 30: A song that reminds you of yourself
Things just don’t work out. That’s the most simple explanation for life. You can dwell on why something that didn’t or shouldn’t have happened, but it did. So just move on. You can sit there crying over some boy who did you wrong, or you can go out and live life to it’s fullest. Everyone needs reasons why things are the way that they are, but over thinking over powers your brain. It gets you hanging onto the past when what you really need to be doing is moving forward and focusing on greater things. When things don’t work out, find something that will.

exhistur:

I wonder if anyone ever looks at me while I’m doing something and thinks I’m pretty. Because I do that all the time to people. 

I asked you to tell me about her and you asked me what I wanted to know and that’s when I knew you didn’t really love her. Because if you loved her then you would’ve told me about how her eyes light up when she laughs and she bites her lip when she’s sad. You would’ve told me about the way her teeth remind you of those glow-in-the-dark stars you stuck on your ceiling when you were little and the way her voice wraps around your bones and keeps you from shaking. You would’ve told me about the tips of her fingers and the way sunshine pours from her mouth. You would’ve told me about how she even looks pretty when she cries and the way she hides behind her hair. You would’ve told me about the way you want to live inside her ribcage and fall asleep in the crook of her neck. You would’ve told me that she tastes like the entire galaxy and she speaks in poetry. You would’ve told me that the sound of her breath while she sleeps is your new favorite song. You would’ve told me about how she’s in your blood and the way she’s got so much love in her veins that if you cut her open, you swear flowers would grow from inside of her. You would’ve told me about the way you love her, like I love you.
I heard you got a new girlfriend  (via extrasad)