Wish You Were Here - Pink Floyd
This is my favorite Pink Floyd song.
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl
Year after year
Running over the same old ground
Now we’ve found the same old fears
Wish you were here
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‘Are you doing something dirty? Are you doing something your parents don’t know about? Are you breaking the law? Are you breaking the rules? Open your knees and feel the breeze, because Gavin’s back to stay! Now it’s just you and me, and I’m looking right up your skirt! Think of me when you come!’
I love this movie! All musicals should be like this….
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thank god you said to switch the [dot] with ‘.’ otherwise I would never have figured out how to access naked pictures of you, which naturally, I know you know I’ve always wanted to see.
i got
“we have to face it. she’s left us”
…?
“in glitter tutus” It’s part of a poem but still not bad, glitter tutus would be awesome. :D
Tour de Whore contender number one.
…judgmental little book.“My fins whipped the water again, and I took off seeking shelter”
….weird.
“The cops took a long time wise-cracking with this subnormal character.”
…. Sums me up perfectly??
My sister sent me this in an email this week. Somehow she knew I needed it right now. She’s kind of magical that way. But the best part, was the email itself. “in case you haven’t seen this… It made me think of you. You know I think you’re awesome, right?” Fucker made me cry. Twice.
From YouTube:
On April 23rd, Amanda Palmer delivered a commencement speech to The New England Institute of Art’s Class of 2011.
The speech - entitled “The Fraud Police” - is presented here for the first time in its entirety. For a transcription of the whole thing, go here:http://bit.ly/AFPsGradSpeech“The Fraud Police” - AFP’s Commencement Speech to NEIA’s Class of 2011
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And things seem to have gone pretty weird.
Firstly, where’s my blog gone? Oh yes, it’s up there, nearly out of reach. Secondly, gone are the pictures of weed smoking emo taken-with-a-camera-whilst-pouting-in-the-mirror photos.
In are the sunlight beach photos of women with bodies over which every female on tumblr is drooling. The female population is in fact far more excited than the men (straight - all 4 of us) are: “She’s hot” *scrolls down*
Oh, and something about Diagon Alley, which I’d like to pretend went right over my head, but unfortunately the first few books of Harry Potter have stuck in my head with a sensation that feels like Gollum creeping through my brain, poking it randomly and causing flashbacks of awful movie scenes with a geek, a ginger and a small blonde girl, who we all knew would be very hot when she was older.
Which reminds me, for all you people who actually post, more Emma Watson please!
Aspiring, published, it doesn’t matter.
After discussing the lack of prose writers or our ninja ability to hide behind poetry, with Letters for Burning, I’ve decided to launch this little thing hoping that it will help in someway to gather all the writers on Tumblr.
At this time I would greatly appreciate it if prose writers would come out of the shadow and reblog this post. Poetry is also welcome, as always. We can’t leave out the melody of our lives :))
Hopefully this will bring us all together!
Thank you for your time!Love,
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