Anonymous asked: Will you please leave this up? I'd like to download a lot of the songs and have only gone through about half of them.
Absolutely! I never planned on deleting this blog. I just think it’s silly that it still has around 700 followers, considering the fact that I’m never posting a song again.
Anonymous asked: now what?
Nothing. You all unfollow and forget that this blog ever existed.
365. Fists Buried In Pockets-The Riot Before
I’m sick to my stomach with this deep fear of death. That heaven’s not coming, I’ve learned to accept. Slowly breathe this cold air in my lungs and I circulate it. Freezing wind blowing glass in my eyes seems hellbent on making me deny that I won’t lead a palindrome life. Slowly exhale warm air, then I watch it rise so I lengthen my stride.
morbidor asked: This was by far my favorite blog of 2011. Your taste in music is faultless.
Ahhh, thank you so much!
Anonymous asked: you're majoring in engineering? what type?
Hopefully chemical if I get accepted. I still have to wait a few months to hear back from the schools I applied to, though.
chlo1017 asked: maybe you should just do a whole nother year once you get done! :D
I actually thought about doing that for a while. But in all honesty, I’ve been way too busy between school and my boyfriend to spend that much time on Tumblr recently. There have been a few times (like today) where I forgot that this blog existed and I almost didn’t post. And I know that next year will be even worse because in the fall I’m going to be majoring in engineering, so I expect school to take up all of my free time.
As much as I enjoyed doing this whole thing, I’m just really glad to be done with it.
364. I’m The One-Descendents
I’m the one who wants you more than anything.
Anonymous asked: This is the last day, why are you still on 363!
Because I started this blog on January 3rd, not January 1st.
363. I Remember A Rooftop-Alkaline Trio
You kiss the taste back in my tongue. You suck the smoke out of my lungs and then we slept for days and days and days. When we woke up, my heart had choked up. Had to say “I love you” way too soon but right there on your couch you loved me too.
362. Closet Weather-Fireworks
You know you sing the blues. It’s so sad but how true? What’s sad is those with nothing have the most to prove. You made up a world that sits on your back, weighing down your shoulders and breaking your neck.
