I didn’t use any videos actually because I don’t have the attention span. I just used websites, read what they said about strumming and such. Learned a few chords, just went from there. Just Google, “ukulele beginner” or somethin’. :3
Let first reactions play
I could’ve waited, feelings shunned
could’ve said it was okay
asked if you had fun
seemed happy about it outside
But I don’t want to hide
though I run
What the fuck is this. I don’t want to feel this. Why the fuck is this happening? Why can’t I control anything? Fuck me for caring so much, fuck this.
Friendly reminders of why you become an introvert: little things hurt you, even if you don’t know why.
Mister Sandman, won’t you please
humble me for a night
My heart and mind fight
Put me at ease,
put me at ease.
Please, your sand over my eyes.
These thoughts I cannot feign
Wash over my pain,
wash over the lies.
such a pretty face
such a pretty personality
too good to glance to me
What’s that you say?
I’m the apple of your eye.
Well we barely know each other
but I guess I could give it a try
Maybe dumb luck
is on my side
Were you the one
who shattered me?
Left my insides for the maggots
Left my flesh for the flies
Heart red and ripe
ready for the next
Or am I at fault?
My doing, long ago
thinking there was hope
My Mind is weak
It chose lust,
in a river full of beauty.
Your words they sting me
I deserve my own pity.
But lust is rose red.
And dies before love.
And Under the Waterless sun of my heart,
your love will be shielded by fear of being lonely.
But clarity will intervene your heroin,
In unfortunately many days to come.
Fore once again my soul was blind
and made my heart lazy.
Dead inside i chose another rose,
In a field
Full of daisies.
I rise with my red hair
and I eat men like air.” —Sylvia Plath (via larrysellers)
I’m still alive! I’m still alive! Ugh, it’s pathetic when my heart takes over my mind because I come back wondering why I was such an idiot.
Sometimes you post on Tumblr hoping that one person will read it. Thinking that your unaddressed posts are working some sort of psychology on said person. For every well-thought word that goes wasted, unread, making no difference to your target may make a difference to others.
So screw you. I’m better than letting myself think I’m not good enough for you. Even though it’s the truth. I acknowledge that if I’m not what you truly want, then I shouldn’t care.
My heart is broke
But I have some glue
Help me inhale
And mend it with you
you are a horse running alone
and he tries to tame you
compares you to an impossible highway
to a burning house
says you are blinding him
that he could never leave you
want anything but you
you dizzy him, you are unbearable
every woman before or after you
is doused in your name
you fill his mouth
his teeth ache with memory of taste
his body just a long shadow seeking yours
but you are always too intense
frightening in the way you want him
unashamed and sacrificial
he tells you that no man can live up to the one who
lives in your head
and you tried to change didn’t you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.
- Warsan Shire
I dreamed that you had ceased to love me—
not that you had come from other beds
back to mine, or gone from mine to others,
just that something in your heart had stopped.
I willed myself awake to find you still
beside me. It was just a dream, I thought,
yet when I turned to kiss you, in your eyes
I saw that you had ceased to love me.
I willed myself awake a second time
to find myself alone, as I have been
these many months, but did not know if it
was terror or relief I felt, and whether
dreams unfold the past or make the future
plain. I dreamed that you had ceased to love me,
and know when I see nothing in your eyes
I can’t dream myself awake a third time.
- David Solway
Overpower your feelings, overpower your thoughts. You can be whoever you want to be.
Give me a boy who can’t keep his mind off of me.