Anonymous asked: what IS your taste in music? what do you listen to? :)
my blog is just music that i feel like fits it well.. right now im listening to pdiddy bad boy for life.
next song is ayy ladies.
then i listen to the come together by the beatles.
then i listen to mozart’s requiem.
then i listen to love sex magic by my babe justin timberlake.
then some johhny mayer comes on.
then i catdaddy and dougie.
then i go knee deep in the water somewhere with zacbrown band
then me and 50cent hit up the candy shop
buy a lollipop for lilwayne
and spend racks on racks on racks
and roll up with wiz
and get silly
while we make it rain
because ima flirt
living the good life with onerepublic
kickin it in the backseat with newboyz
and crankin the AC cause its HOT IN HERRE
but I have a happy ending
because me and Michael buble are feelin good
we were born this way
im on the pursuit of happiness
and my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
last friday night so many guys came over
me and Kesha kinda got sleazy
and kanye called us heartless
i was like sorry justin bieber is my boyfriend
and john mayer was like fine im gonna find another you
i was like Imagine, john
if your chain hung this low
and then we had birthday sex
and ate birthday cake with rihanna
and jayz was like i gotta have it so we cut him a slice
derulo was like sweet party, i dont wanna go home
and jcole was like yeah but i gotta Work Out
Ice cube was like idk adam levine said its Sunday morning, you should Go to Church
then frank sinatra came over and was like I love you baby
and FloRida was like whos that? he gives me a Good Feeling
Then eminem was like IM the REAL SLIM SHADY
then erryone went to jail and elton jon begged for philadelphia freedon
elvis sang some jailhouse rock
and drake was like man this is gonna make Headlines
Diddy called his mom and was like I’m comin home
David guetta just wanted to know Where them girls at
Chris was like i thought they were With You
Chingy was like they’re Right Thurr ..
Ceelo just said Fuck You
and Chiddy said Mind your Manners
Bobby Mcferrin was like don’t worry be happy, and Bob marley was like Is this Love?
The black eyed peas were like where is the love ?
Beyonce did a countdown, Bruno threw a grenade, and Billy Joel was just like YOLO, still rockn roll to me
the band perry didn’t wanna die young
and then everyone just pop lock and dropped it
and adele finished it up by finding someone like you
don’t call people names. it’s not nice. sluts.
excuse me
At this point I don’t know whether to laugh or cry
You’ve taken everything I’ve worked for and I’m not going down without a fight
- Jake: Who wants to hear some miley
- Edward: haha yea man
- Bella: you don't know what you just got yourself-
- Jake: IF WE WERE A MOVIE
- Bella: into..
- Jake: ID BE A WEREWOLF
- Edward: uh
- Jake: AND YOUD BE THE VAMPIRE
- Bella: stop
- Jake: ID FALL IN LOVE WITH
- Jake: IN THE END, YOUD HAVE CHILDREN
- Bella: please
- Jake: I WOULD IMPRINT ON
- Jake: LEAVE THE PACK
- Edward: dude
- Jake: SAVE YOUR LIVES
- Edward: seriously
- Jake: WED ALL GET ALOOONNGG.
just a number
Just found this in my archive, short story written in 8th
I had a name, a beautiful name. “Ariel,” my mother would tell me, “means free spirit. You are your own person. Don’t let anyone make you believe otherwise, my dear.” You know, the only good thing about numbers is the number one: one person, with one name, one personality, one family, one school, and one home. One whole human being. But when numbers get big, that’s when I hate them. When numbers get really big.
As I sat in the dust looking around me, rubbing my chafed and burning hands gently with my fingertips, there was a perceptible shadow and heaviness in the air. I saw the ragged clothing, clinging to the frail and gaunt skeletons of what looked like the living dead. I imagined I looked somewhat similar. Everything was all wrong. I knew I couldn’t live like this any longer. What had I done wrong? Living in a concentration camp like your average criminal. The Nazis had taken everything from me. They tore apart my home, destroying decades of my father’s architectural genius. They took away my clothes and dressed me in an ill-fitting, filthy outfit worn by hundreds of others who had died before me. They cut down our food, providing us with tiny amounts to last for days. They sat up in tall towers with guns, like scavenger birds who preyed on the stragglers. Their stoical expressions conveyed such fervent hatred for Jews that I couldn’t bear to look anywhere near their fancy uniforms.
Every day, I watched hopes plummet. I saw spirits broken with the cruel bludgeon of reality. I looked at the number on my arm each morning: 2196935. But the only thing that kept me going was that number one. Every day my mother’s words ran through my head, and I pushed myself on. You are just one, I would think, but for every day you keep going, you win. You are one less.
IF I WAS YOUR GIRL
baby youuu
would spend all your money
on my fooood
id be comin home
with my crew
turn off the lights
tumblr all night
im the type of girl who
deserve good things
get me nutella and watch lion king
lay under the stars
i just wanna jam in your car
you should let me love you
let me be the one to
snuggle and make you some chill CDs
babe my food taste is perfection
make any selection
show you just the way ice cream should be
baby you should let me love you
love you
love you
love you
loooovee youuuu
