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Posted 3 weeks ago

I like sad music

stuckonstutterisland:

I like sad music. Not because its depressing or it makes me a depressing person. But because when a song is able to bring across an emotion of pain…the musician’s pain… its so comforting. That we know that this sadness we feel, this feeling of anguish and loneliness. Everyone feels it, and to be able to turn such a bad feeling into something so musical, so lyrical, so fun to listen to…. it’s an act of beauty. It’s not emotional depression, its emotional poignancy. It’s a brief moment of clarity that somehow, through this music, all of humanity is connected through this unifying emotion. We’re all going through it all, together.

tl;dr sad music=realistic

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Posted 1 month ago

Jump Off Swig

Life is a journey, a network of paths
The result of decisions, of choices past

It’s the never-ending quest, to find the stairway to heaven
The eternal goal of attaining perfection

And for some, it’s less, some just want to be happy
And yet others just want romance; cute, sweet, and sappy

But despite all their differing goals, desires and dreams
They all have some destination and motivation, it seems

It starts with a choice, he can pick any sort of building
Be it short, tall, thin, wide, old, or lined with gilding

And then time will be spent endlessly walking up flights of stairs
And thus a chapter begins, and he can almost sense his arrival there.

But he has far to go, and he has only started
He’s planning his vacation, when he hasn’t even yet departed

He’s a few floors up, and the building’s no longer just a thing
It’s familiar.  It’s a home.  And to it, he can cling.

It’s become much more than a tool or vessel, it’s a huge factor in his life
Through it he can reach his goal, and it also severs his stress like a knife

This path he’s chosen, has become unchanging
A constant in a life, that’s consistently estranging

The one thing he can rely on, through all the pain
That washes away hurt, like a torrid burst of rain

But reality hits, as he reaches a clearing
And all he sees is brightness, and the sun is searing

He’s no longer indoors, the staircase has ended
He sees other buildings rising higher, and his own heart’s upended

After everything that’s happened, again he’s picked wrong
And the building he chose, though he’s journeyed so long

Is just another miscue to add to the list
It’s another story to tell of an opportunity missed

So he’s taken all this time, only to fail, and what then?
The world says there’s nothing to do but start all over again

To take it from the ground up, and follow a new route
To learn from his mistakes, and to release all the doubts

That maybe, just maybe, it’s not meant to be
That maybe not everyone is meant to be happy

That the sky isn’t meant for everyone to reach
That’s it’s an illusion, fictitious, a tool meant to teach

That not everyone has the opportunity to achieve their dreams
That some follow them, naively, ‘til they fall apart from the seams

So he stands on the edge, not sure what to do
Has his escape from this prison been long overdue?

Should he have walked right by this option and never looked back?
Should he have kept going, searching, to find some other track?

But his never-ending self-questioning will not bring him peace
This lack of confidence and activity don’t help in the least

Because after all of this time, he’s still on the edge
On the verge of falling, legs dangling over the ledge

But wait, one look back, maybe the buildings not done
Maybe it’s not over, maybe there’s more, maybe it will someday reach the sun

Maybe, just maybe, he should stick around and wait
Maybe life can prove that it all wasn’t a mistake

But again, the “maybe’s” have gotten him nowhere
He’s looking up, then down, then back up to the sun’s glare

Not sure whether he’s ready, or ever will be
Whether he’s ready to let go, of all he can see

But he jumps, not willingly, but still he takes the leap
And as he’s falling, he sees the ground rushing up to meet his feet

Thoughts fly through his head, the regret, the sorrow, the pain
And as the impact quickly approaches, he knows he’ll feel it again

And then they spin faster and faster, until it’s just too much to comprehend
His mind racing, reeling, then 3…2…1…the end…

At first it’s just pain, in indescribable amounts
More pain than can ever be described in an account

And then there’s more pain, but he begins to glance around
And what he sees surprises him: he’s not alone on the ground

Countless people are hurting, struggling to stand
And not just that, but there are others, reaching out their hands

To help pull those who’ve fallen, back up to their feet
So that they might continue on, and not admit defeat

Though he’s still hurting, even he knows it’s just a new start
It’s the same world, same decisions, but he now has a changed heart

He has one more story, another lesson that he’s learned
Another mark, and in many ways, a battle scar he’s earned

It’s a memory, and thus, just a thing in the past
But still, for forever, that memory will last

It’ll mold and shape him into who he must be
To finally find the right path, and eventually he’ll see

That everything, every decision, every “mistake” that he’s made
Has helped him become who he will be on that day

Life is a journey, a network of paths
The result of decisions, of choices past

It’s the never-ending quest, to find the stairway to heaven
The eternal goal of attaining perfection

And eventually, someday, he will reach the sky
If, and only if, he’s not afraid to dream high

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Posted 1 month ago
It’s not that I’m scared to look up. It’s not that I don’t want to hope for the future. It’s not that I’m antisocial or that I’m afraid of what is coming up on the road ahead.
Life is a journey. I have been placed on a road, for better or for worse. I really can’t control what is sent my way on this path of life. All I can do is keep walking, enjoying the blessings, and pushing through the hard times. How I respond to these do affect the type of person I am, but there is no time to stop, because life keeps going, and threatens to pass me by. And yet, I’m stuck on this path. There is no opportunity for me to transfer to a new one. If I can’t control which path I’m on, then why look ahead? Why bother hoping, planning, wishing? Why try to see the blessings up ahead if there is only a minuscule chance that those actually lie along the path that I am on, and not that of my neighboring journeymen?
It’s not that I’m scared to look up. It’s just easier to keep my eyes focused on the ground in front of me. It’s not that I don’t want to see the hopeful future. It’s just hard to be able to distinguish between my own future and that of the people walking the path of life alongside me. It’s not that I’m antisocial or that I’m afraid of what is coming up on the road ahead. It’s just that I’d rather focus on the road at my feet, to make sure I’ll even be able to get to that next high point along the road.
So I’ll keep walking, with my gaze leveled somewhere between the ground and the horizon; high enough to see the bumps that need to be dealt with, but low enough to avoid expecting that which is not make an immediate impact on my journey. The important thing, though, is that I’ll keep walking…and walking…and walking…because when it comes right down to it, that’s all I know how to do.

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Posted 1 month ago
just for @soulskimmers :)

just for @soulskimmers :)

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Posted 1 month ago

“Some People”

Some people come into our lives
and quickly go… Some stay for awhile
and embrace our silent dreams.

They help us become aware
of the delicate winds of hope…
and we discover within every human spirit
there are wings yearning to fly.

They help our hearts to see that
the only stairway to the stars
is woven with dreams…
and we find ourselves
unafraid to reach high.

They celebrate the true essence
of who we are…
and have faith in all
that we may become.

Some people awaken us
to new and deeper realizations…
for we gain insight
from the passing whisper of their wisdom

Throughout our lives we are sent
precious souls…
meant to share our journey
however brief or lasting their stay
they remind us why we are here.

To learn… to teach… to nurture… to love

Some people come into our lives
to cast a steady light
upon our path and guide our every step
their shining belief in us
helps us to believe in ourselves.

Some people come into our
lives to teach us about love…
The love that rests within ourselves.

Let us reach out to others
and feel the bliss of giving
for love is far richer in action
that it ever is in words.

Some people come into our lives
and they move our souls to sing
and make our spirits dance.

They help us to see that everything on earth
is part of the incredibility of life…
and that it is always there
for us to take of its joy.

Some people come into our lives
and leave footprints on our hearts
and we are never ever the same.

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Posted 1 month ago
Tim Lo’s flash drive…….these EV people…

Tim Lo’s flash drive…….these EV people…

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Posted 1 month ago
30, 23, 34, 35, 36
a-sizzle asked

23.  What motivates you in life?
My primary motivation in life would have to be my hope that I can make a difference in the world.  My goal in life is to be the type of person who is remembered for his impact in people’s lives, and I hope that I can someday accomplish that

30. List 5 quirky things about yourself.
I play hella LoL
I can eat parmesan cheese plain :P
I hate English even though I’m not very Asian…
I’m half-Chinese half-Japanese but I don’t speak either
I have an unhealthy obsession with Gossip Girl, K-Pop, and K-Dramas

34. Do you have any “rules” about food?
I don’t tend to gain weight…like ever….so not really :P

35. What’s your opinion on age differences in relationships?
Eh, let’s just say that I think every situation is different, and while age does matter, it should not necessarily be the only thing taken into account…

36. What’s something you want to do that you’d be embarrassed to tell other people about?
I don’t tend to be embarrassed about much since I’m sort of used to just being myself…but I guess, if I were to list things that I would be borderline embarrassed about, they’d be:
Apologize to Mikenna in person…
Meet TOP and get a picture with him
And I’m not embarrassed at all to say this, but I really want to try bleaching my hair and getting my ears pierced :P

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Posted 1 month ago

- Dis is how we do track in Hawaii

my cousinnn :)

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Posted 1 month ago

4/4/2012 - PHYS 32

Learning about gravity…like ive NEVER learned this before…time to play LoL…in class…like a boss…

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Posted 2 months ago

;ALSKDFJ;SLDKFGJA;SLDKFJ OMFGGGG

my sister just got a handwritten letter from the UCLA basketball coach…and shes only a freshman x.x

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Posted 2 months ago

Lights Off

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Posted 2 months ago

bethanysayrawrrr:

But how great is it to grieve about her,
so that she is still a part of you,
But how great is it to keep talking bout her,
so she still plays a presence in your life,
How great is it to keep feeling this pain,
because you’d rather feel it than the void without her.
Its all so fucked up, how great it is to talk about someone who hurt you so much.

(Source: pastel-pandas)

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Posted 2 months ago

난미칠것같아

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Posted 2 months ago
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@bethanysayrawrrr

i dont know if i ever thanked you for this…but i just found it on my computer, and yeah, its pretty amazing, so thank you, and now everyone can see what an amazing friend you are

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