Is it bad I want to wear 3D glasses everywhere today?

The burning feeling

Of words trying to escape

Of melodies being swallowed

Of needing to sing

And of the inability to make my mind and voice become one.

I rewrote something, because I actually have a melody in my head for it, so I wanted it to be structured differently.

Lonely Tonight

I’m feelin’ lonely tonight
lookin’ for someone to make me feel right
I’m feelin’ lonely tonight
hopin’ for someone to make me feel right

searching
for a piece of you
hoping
you’ll come into view
wondering
if you’ll want to meet me too

and so I stop
and think
“what if you won’t want me?”
“what if there’s something wrong?”
well fuck that
I’ll just write this song

I’m feelin’ lonely tonight
lookin’ for someone to make me feel right
I’m feelin’ lonely tonight
hopin’ for someone to make me feel right

did you know
that I don’t believe in fate
and you know
I’ve got no time to hate
so guess what

I’ll wait
and hope
someone will come along
and things won’t feel so wrong

I’m not good
at speaking my mind
so listen
and see what you will find
‘cause I feel
just a little bit alone

I’m feelin’ lonely tonight
lookin’ for someone to make me feel right
I’m feelin’ lonely tonight
hopin’ for someone to make me feel right

waiting, just waiting, I’m waiting tonight

We’re all just the products of a messed up world, yeah
Fuckups, breakups, all that jazz
All part of this messed up world
I’ll be damned if I come in last

I look around me and I see
Death and destruction and no humility
So many people in misery
They need some company

So I force a smile to my face
Make my life move at my own pace
Slower but steady; this thing ain’t a race
Gonna make my own way, fight my own case

We’re all just products of a messed up world
Gotta get through it, try and make it
But that shit the world sends us?
I won’t sit and take it.

They say good things come to those who wait
Well, fuck that
I’m not going to sit and bide my time
Waiting for someone to take the bait 

We’re all just products of this messed up world
Fuckups and breakups and all that jazz
But in its own way this place is alright
There’s no way we’ll come in last

feelin’ left in the dust
sittin’ here all alone
feelings left to rust
as I sit here on my lonely throne

I wonder what changed,
If I’m to blame
We used to talk all the time
I’m sick of playing this game

What once was great
Seems to have passed
It looks to me that
it was never meant to last

feelin’ left in the dust
sittin’ here all alone
feelings left to rust
as I sit here on my lonely throne

sittin’ here on my lonely throne
I’m the King of Heartbreak
the King of Heartbreak, yeah

Words are my soldiers
conversations, my court
you were my knight
but now that’s over and gone

feelin’ left in the dust
sittin’ here all alone
feelings left to rust
as I sit here on my lonely throne

this lonely throne
I sit on this lonely throne
The King of Heartbreak

I want things to go back
I don’t want to be alone
I look, and wish
For you to share this lonely throne

I’m feelin’ lonely tonight

Searchin’ for someone to make me feel right

I’m feelin’ lonely tonight

Waitin’ for someone to make me feel right

I sit here and wait

Watching the people go by

I don’t believe in fate

I’m just waitin’ for you to catch my eye

I’m feelin’ lonely tonight

Hopin’ for someone to make me feel right

I’m feelin’ lonely tonight

Waitin’ for someone to make me feel right

How will I know

If you’re the one for me or not?

I just have to face forward

And just wait and find out what I’ve got

Are you the one I’ll be with?

The one I’ll live with?

The one I need?

I’m feelin’ lonely tonight

Hopin’ for someone to make me feel right

I’m feelin’ lonely tonight

Waitin’ for someone to make me feel right

Just waitin’, waitin’ tonight.

Pretty much crossposted from my personal Tumblr, but:

I have an oddly clear mental image of what I think my upstairs neighbor looks like.

It’s totally creepy that I’m thinking about it this much, but for some reason my imagination’s painted a picture of the person upstairs. I’m not sure why.

I imagine it’s a guy. I think it’s the heavy footsteps that do it. I see him with short—not buzzed—brown hair, and a red tank top. He wears either basketball shorts or khaki cargo pants (maybe both), and works out at the gym but isn’t totally bulked up.

I also imagine him as someone who would ride a longboard but avoid wearing hats, and he’s not the strongly-partying type but an athletic guy who sometimes drinks at parties.

I will laugh so hard if it turns out to be a girl.

Author: yukishiido

Title: Royal Pains

Rating: PG

Warnings/Spoilers: Romances past season 1.

Summary: Gwen’s not stupid. She can see who Arthur really loves, plain as day. The only thing Arthur loves more than Merlin, however, is irritating Uther.

Word Count: 339

I believe I covered this in my literature post, but I’ll repeat it.

I read a little bit of most things. I stay away from sports books, and I’m not too fond of medieval-themed things, mostly because I read far too much related to Arthurian legends as a kid and got burnt out on that era. My favourite is urban fantasy, but I enjoy slice-of-life and science fiction, too. I don’t read mysteries often—other than the Sookie Stackhouse novels (I need to read the newest one but I’m like 40th in the holds queue AUGHHHHHHHH)—but when I do, I enjoy them.

Non-fiction is finicky for me. It needs to be something I’m interested in, but it also depends on the writing and my attention span at the time. Some days I can go on Wikipedia and just constantly read, but other times I’ll check out a book from the library on something I’m interested in—even behind-the-scenes on TV shows—and get bored. I’m not sure what determines if I can read it at any given time or not.

 “I’m sorry.”

Those were the last words she heard before he pulled the trigger. She regretted nothing. She’d only done what she had to in order to stay alive, and he was doing the same.

—-

Kendall awoke to the sound of sirens blaring nearby. She jolted upward, brushing her long, blond hair out of her face, pulling it into a quick ponytail. The sirens’ wail became louder; she cursed in response. They’d found her.

The crackle of a megaphone reached her ears: “We know you’re in there, Kendall. Come quietly and we won’t hurt you.”

It was bullshit, of course. She knew it was; everything the School told her was. They’d told her she’d be safe, they’d told her she would be welcomed, they told her she wasn’t a freak.

They had lied.

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