Showing posts with label things I remember. Show all posts
Showing posts with label things I remember. Show all posts

Sunday, 10 February 2013

Sad Songs For A Sad Day


"Sad songs for a sad day" as compiled by Helena and I:-

  • Remembering Sunday - All Time Low
  • Million Dollar Houses - Pierce the Veil
  • Teen Idle - Marina and the Diamonds
  • Miserable At Best - Mayday Parade
  • I'm Not Missing You - Amely
  • Hold On Til May - Pierce the Veil
  • Never Saw It Coming - Tigers Jaw
  • Intensity In Ten Cities - Chiodos
  • Fix You - Coldplay
  • When You Can't Sleep At Night - Of Mice and Men
  • If It Means A Lot To You - ADTR
  • Goodnight Moon - Go Radio
  • Miles Away - Memphis May Fire
  • Andria - La Dispute
  • Stay Away From My Friends - Pierce the Veil

Friday, 18 November 2011

Do you know like we were saying, about the Earth revolving? It's like when you're a kid, the first time they tell you that the world is turning and you just can't quite believe it cause everything looks like it's standing still? I can feel it, the turn of the earth. The ground beneath our feet is spinning at a thousand miles per hour. The entire planet is hurtling around the sun at sixty-seven miles per hour. And I can feel it. We're falling through space, you and me, clinging to the skin of this tiny little world. And if we let go... That's who I am.

Wednesday, 14 September 2011

Thoughts #1

You want to know what the most frustrating thought is?

It's the fact that I had always thought people who [ insert phrase I can't seem to be able to type here ] were just doing it for attention, attention seeking. But I suppose I now know that more than usually isn't the case. People do it because they slip into a dark place and they don't know how to get out and that's the easiest escape - I know that now.

The even more frustrating thing?

You thought the same thing as me. You probably still think the same thing.

And, anyway, thinking about it more... I've always done this shit.

I remember standing in the office of my head teacher when I was in school. He was shouting at me for something that's not so important now. My hands were behind my back and I was digging my nails into my wrist, drawing blood. I've always done that. Whenever I was in trouble and had done something wrong. Hands behind my back and nails digging into my skin.

None of this probably makes any sense. Just feels better to get it out of my head.