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gothrockrulz) wrote2012-09-19 07:59 pm
gothrockrulz) wrote2012-09-19 07:59 pm
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Meme Time!
I get a kick out of posting stuff from Tumblr on LJ. There's something mischievous about it, somehow . . .
Absolutely! Throughout my preteen and early teen years, I used to have these recurring dreams in which I could float or hover at will, though I could only reach up to the same height as the palm trees in my backyard. Then, strangely, I'd hit an invisible wall. I haven't had any of those dreams for years, though. Now, I've got a story brewing in my mind about winged beings that are neither human nor angel, a species no one has ever named, not even the members of said species themselves.
I can, and all throughout my childhood, I did. Now I have obligations that eat up my time and distractions from every quarter. I still have more free time than most, since I'm not in school at the moment, but I still yearn for the countless hours I had to myself, thanks to homeschooling.
Isn't it everyone's escape? There seem to be no boundaries, no weights, no duties, no complications in music. It's passion and bliss and depth and renewal.
What? I have all these stuffed animals leftover from childhood that don't fit anywhere except on my bed. XD
Story of my life, to revert to an overused phrase. Voices, especially deep, resonating, velvety voices, have fascinated and influenced me ever since I can remember. From Scar in The Lion King (and anything else Jeremy Irons), to Darth Vader (and Mufasa, too), to everything Alan Rickman, to Gackt and Hyde and the out-of-control obsessions with their music that deepen every day. There is something completely spellbinding about voices, and I'm especially susceptible to a certain type.
I tend to like simple black or lace-up leggings, though. Stuff that's easy to match with the rest of my black-dominated wardrobe. XD
Yes, yes, and yes. Except when cashiering demands it, I keep firmly within my shell if I'm not around people I know well.
I am, but it's not always that simple. Some things I know aren't worth making a fuss about--but about other things, no amount of reasoning or pressure will change my mind or my purpose, though I'm too nice to say so unless I know the person well.
Oh, yes. I hate people spending ridiculous amounts of time on their phone, period. (Ridiculous amounts of time are much better spent on computers. XD)
I got very depressed thinking about the future as my teens years drew to a close, because I was terrified of getting my driver's license, terrified of graduating high school and having to think about colleges and careers, terrified of having to toil for the rest of my life without being able to live out my dreams. Now, I'm less worried--but still rebellious. What will be will be--but it won't be the same old, same old toil, if I can help it.
Absolutely! Throughout my preteen and early teen years, I used to have these recurring dreams in which I could float or hover at will, though I could only reach up to the same height as the palm trees in my backyard. Then, strangely, I'd hit an invisible wall. I haven't had any of those dreams for years, though. Now, I've got a story brewing in my mind about winged beings that are neither human nor angel, a species no one has ever named, not even the members of said species themselves.
I can, and all throughout my childhood, I did. Now I have obligations that eat up my time and distractions from every quarter. I still have more free time than most, since I'm not in school at the moment, but I still yearn for the countless hours I had to myself, thanks to homeschooling.
Isn't it everyone's escape? There seem to be no boundaries, no weights, no duties, no complications in music. It's passion and bliss and depth and renewal.
What? I have all these stuffed animals leftover from childhood that don't fit anywhere except on my bed. XD
Story of my life, to revert to an overused phrase. Voices, especially deep, resonating, velvety voices, have fascinated and influenced me ever since I can remember. From Scar in The Lion King (and anything else Jeremy Irons), to Darth Vader (and Mufasa, too), to everything Alan Rickman, to Gackt and Hyde and the out-of-control obsessions with their music that deepen every day. There is something completely spellbinding about voices, and I'm especially susceptible to a certain type.
I tend to like simple black or lace-up leggings, though. Stuff that's easy to match with the rest of my black-dominated wardrobe. XD
Yes, yes, and yes. Except when cashiering demands it, I keep firmly within my shell if I'm not around people I know well.
I am, but it's not always that simple. Some things I know aren't worth making a fuss about--but about other things, no amount of reasoning or pressure will change my mind or my purpose, though I'm too nice to say so unless I know the person well.
Oh, yes. I hate people spending ridiculous amounts of time on their phone, period. (Ridiculous amounts of time are much better spent on computers. XD)
I got very depressed thinking about the future as my teens years drew to a close, because I was terrified of getting my driver's license, terrified of graduating high school and having to think about colleges and careers, terrified of having to toil for the rest of my life without being able to live out my dreams. Now, I'm less worried--but still rebellious. What will be will be--but it won't be the same old, same old toil, if I can help it.
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