music.

list 10 musical artists you like, in no specific order (do this before reading the questions below).

1. florence + the machine

2. she & him

3. angus & julia stone

4. the kooks

5. kings of leon

6. the shins

7. arctic monkeys

8. the kills

9. city & colour

10. regina spektor

what is the first song you ever heard by number 7?
riot van

what is your favorite song by number 8?
oh, shit. i don't know? probably hitched

what kind of impact has number 1 had on your life?
her voice gives me goosebumps?

what is your favorite lyric(s) of number 5?
i don't know, they're lyrical geniuses, i can't pick

what song by 6 makes you happy?
kissing the lipless

when did you first get into 6?
around three months ago

how did you get into 3?
my friend's cousin brought it from australia, and she showed me one song, and i fell in love

what is your favorite song by 4?
i want you

how many times have you seen 9 live?
never

favorite album by 7?
whatever people say i am, that's what i'm not

what is your favorite song of 1?
heavy in your arms

how did you become a fan of number 10?
my dad liked one song, so i bought the album, and then bought all her albums

who’s the most attractive member of number 8?
alison mosshart!

what song of 4’s do you listen to the least?
all over town

how long have you known about 9?
only a few weeks. maybe a month or two

top 3 favorite songs by 5?
molly's chambers; soft; california waiting

what’s your favourite cover by number 3?
you're the one that i want

have you seen 6 live?
nope

have you met any of 2?
ah, i wish

what’s your favourite album by 1?
lungs

favorite lyrics of 3?
"i'm so wasted, so wasted on you"

what is one of 10’s best songs?
blue lips

how many times have you seen number 7 live?
not once

what’s your favourite song by number 6?
kissing the lipless or phantom limb

problème les problèmes.

this is lame.

it sucks how it's intense.

it sucks how i dream about it all the time.

it sucks how, when i do dream about it, i'm naïve enough to believe it's real.

it sucks how, when i wake up and realise it was only a dream, a thick blanket of disappointment settles over me and weighs me down.

it sucks how everything reminds me of it.

it sucks how it means so much to me.

it sucks how much i care.

it sucks how i want it.

it sucks how i miss it.

it sucks how my mood depends on it.

it sucks how it's on my mind for at least nine-tenths of everyday.
it sucks how i'll get in trouble for it.

it sucks how i'm typing all of this about it now.
it sucks how i spend so much time on it.
it sucks how i can't stop thinking about it.
it sucks how it's not exactly functional.
it sucks how it's such a big thing sometimes.
it sucks how it's a little illegal.
it sucks how clichés aren't enough to describe it.
it sucks how i've become a walking cliché thanks to it.



it's all so lame.
we need change of scenery. or situation.
we need some fucking change.