| SUBMISSION POST NUMBER LXIV |
[20 Aug 2008|02:06am] |
Here we go again! Double check the rules, if you need to and get to making those secrets.
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[20 Aug 2008|01:14am] |
Just give me something to hold on to. It's so clear now that you are all that I have, I have no fear now that you are all that I have. You're cinematic razor sharp, a welcome arrow through the heart. Under your skin feels like home. Electric shocks on aching bones. There is a darkness deep in you, a frightening magic I cling to.
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| Hello Everyone :) |
[18 Aug 2008|07:25pm] |
"... Just as Jesus created wine from water, we humans are capable on transmuting emotion into music..."
Carlos Santana
I was 12 years old when my best friend in the whole world died. Together we were all we needed. We we're going to grow up and move to Paris and be superstars, married to different backstreet boys ( which one we would each marry changed from week to week). Her name was Carly, and when Carly and I got together it was a constant chain of laughter. She was such a happy girl. To this day I will always say that no one loved life more than Carly. For her no moment was to be an unhappy one. No amount of time was to ever be wasted on feeling sad or out of place. I was 12 years old when I realized what it meant to cry till you got sick. I was 12 years old when I realized she was never coming back, and I was 12 years old when I thought I was the only person in this world to ever feel this utterly awful. It was on that day that the smile, that was always permanently strung across my lips disappeared for what I thought would be for forever. I remember the day of her funeral like it was only ten minutes ago, because well it was the longest day of my life. It was a typical rainy funeral day, black coats and umbrellas. To me it was the saddest day that southern Los Angeles would ever see. The car ride was long and miserable, but I had expected the whole day to carry on this way. Normally on rainy days Carly and I would put on bathing suits and run around in the street no matter the temperature. The goal was to get sick and stay home from school together, which never worked out. My tears were matching the flow of rain on the passenger window and every time the sky would explode with thunder it felt as if my chest would explode along with it. The silence between my mother and I was inevitable, because there was only so much more explaining and comforting a mother could do for her twelve year old daughter who was still inconsolable. With Carly and I, there was never a moment of silence, which explains why I still to this days always hate those awkward silences or any silences at all. Just when I thought about screaming, if only to break the quiet, I remembered that there had to be a radio station somewhere in the air space that was playing something that could easily match the screaming that I myself wanted to let out - or at least something close to it.
Girls Just Wannna Have Fun - Cyndi Lauper: This was the song that came on. I considered changing it to something a little more slow and well depressing, only to accommodate to the mood and circumstances of the day. But it was almost like she was there, turning up the volume. My fun friend Carly hated all those slow sappy songs, much like myself. She would have been the one to put this song on on purpose from seeing the miserable look on my face. We would have laughed and danced and escaped the reality of the moment if only for a few minutes. The song put a smile on my face, a big smile. I almost felt terrible when I let out a small giggle only thinking of Carly and I dancing around to this song in our old dance costumes. It was a pick up song. It was the kind of song anyone would listen to if they were feeling down. It was the definition of happy and the definition of a smile. Then I realized that this is why there is music. This was proof to me that at some point Cyndi Lauper was thinking of me when she recorded this song, even though they had no idea I existed. She wrote this song - of coarse she had a specific point - but to make people happy and feel happy! This was proof that I was running through Cyndi Laupers mind when she wrote it. She had to, at one point, been thinking of a sad little 12 year old who needed something, even something small, to take away the pain of life and reunite her with how fun life is, and to live that fun life while you have it. Since that day, music has been my escape. Music has defined my life.
" It's about the feeling that you get when other human beings pick up basic instruments and for three to four minutes can make sense of your world. And all things scary or frightening suddenly don't seem intimidating at all because they know that the person who wrote those lyrics once, at one point in their life, felt the same way that they are feeling right now. That is what music does. "
Love Is A Battlefield - Pat Benetar : In three to four minutes you can define even your love life. Romance will for once in your life make sense to you because of a single artist. As love is one of the most confusing aspects of humanity, a person can capture a view on it in a single song. Music gives everything a different story and definition. Love included.
The Middle - Jimmy Eat World : It rings so true. For three to four minutes one single person or persons can make perfect sense of your world. They can define you in three to four minutes. All the questions you had about your life in a particular moment can be figured out all in three to four minutes. In those seconds you can easily be given hope, and romance, and joy, and sometimes simply a smile on a rainy funeral day.
Wish You Were Here - Pink Floyd
One of the greatest songs of all time.
If I believe strongly in anything it is that music will change the world one day. It will one day change the attitudes of everyone. Music will change someones life if it hasn't already, but I know deep inside that it has. Someone out there is a different person today because of a simple sentence of words put to a rhythm. Music is the most amazing gift.
" Music doesn't lie. If there is something to be changed in this world, then it can only happen through music "
Jimi Hendrix
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[18 Aug 2008|04:24pm] |
Be careful when you fight the monsters, lest you become one.
- Friedrich Nietzsche
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| Secrets Post #63 |
[16 Aug 2008|09:28pm] |
Secrets time! Anonymous is enabled this time around, but the comments will be screened first as a precaution. I'll do my best to get to unscreening them quickly, but I'm not perfect so I just ask that you're patient about it if I don't get to it right away.
Note: The numbers don't match up exactly, so if I missed your secret, comment and let me know and I'll add it to the batch!
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( Damn the man, save the empire! )
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[15 Aug 2008|03:23am] |
"there are no good girls gone wrong - just bad girls found out."
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| SUBMISSION POST NUMBER LXIII |
[13 Aug 2008|04:55am] |
Here we go again! Double check the rules, if you need to and get to making those secrets.
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[11 Aug 2008|07:02pm] |
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scene requests, ic private messages, ooc notes, request for custom posts, etc.
current location: los angeles, california.
threads are preferred.
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| Secrets Post #62 |
[09 Aug 2008|09:15pm] |
Secrets time! Anonymous is enabled this time around, but the comments will be screened first as a precaution. I'll do my best to get to unscreening them quickly, but I'm not perfect so I just ask that you're patient about it if I don't get to it right away.
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( More fun facts behind the cut! )
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| walking a little straighter. |
[09 Aug 2008|10:08pm] |
EVERY MORNING YOU WAKE UP STARTS ANOTHER DAY IN THE LIFE OF US AND THE ONE AND ONLY THING THAT I CAN COUNT ON IS THAT EVERY MORNING I WILL WAKE UP THE SAME PERSON.
Don't you hate those mornings when you wake up but all the energy you can pull together still won't be enough to get you out of bed? I don't know why that is, because you would think that after sleeping all night your body is ready to be up and at 'em. Maybe it is just me but after being awake for the first few minutes I am no longer wanting to go back to sleep however all I want to do is lay in my bed at a simple state of relaxation. I don't have to move my legs for walking, open my mouth for talking, or move my hands and arms for getting dressed. All I have to do really is breathe. My phone always starts is it's usual ringing at around eleven-thirty, and unless it is my mom or dad I just keep breathing and not moving. To me it almost feels like getting out of bed should be a scary thing. Once you get out of bed you don't know what will happen next. You are starting another chapter in the story of your life the moment your feet hit the floor. All you know is a schedule and what will come along with the schedule is everything you don't know. And sometimes there is not schedule, and it is the days such as these that every single street you turn down is or every single store you walk in may leave an everlasting mark on your life. Will there be arguments? Tears? Joy? Love? you know nothing except how to get to these places. The most normal morning could easily turn into the most insane day. Maybe this only makes sense to me but maybe it does.
The same Camilla in this same skin. The same blood running through my veins and the same head on my shoulders. The same parents that I can call, and with one conversation with them my world will become stable and safe. These are some of the only thoughts that allow me to feel comfortable with just being myself. I am blessed in many ways but the most wonderful and powerful way, is that I have the rare ability of simply loving myself, and loving the head on these shoulders.
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