a shadow tilts its head at me
“under clothes, under skin,underneath we’re all the same,for when you remove the tricky tricks,only skeleton bones remain."tyler joseph guitar and flute combined with a clear, wistful irish voice ringing out of computer speakers; tall tubes of paint huddled together on my desk; the feeling of being the only one awake in the house; thus the… Continue reading only skeleton bones remain
weez (of caught daydreaming) wanted to write something with me, and you can only imagine how excited i was when she chose "car radio" by twenty one pilots as our prompt. the only twenty one pilots song she knew. (for now, at least;) and she came up with the coolest idea - writing from the… Continue reading and now he just sits in silence
taking a piece of inspiration and seeing what it prompts different people to create is something that will never cease to fascinate me. and one of the most versatile and powerful pieces of inspiration is music. music inspires art - whether it be a poem, a painting, a drawing or even more music. and art… Continue reading a shadow tilts its head at me // collaboration
You're feeling that ice coldForgetting the good thingsCaught up in the problemsPlease stop complaining yes, my throat and ears are feeling ice cold, sickly, ringing with an empty, dull pain. large purple shadows hang under my eyes and my lower lip is limp and swollen. there is no light in my room, besides what is… Continue reading tell me something beautiful
he was only 17 when he wrote this, a lonely cry to God that he recorded and produced himself in his parent's basement. over 10 years later, this song has been on 3 albums, has ended hundreds of shows, and continues to inspire and impact millions upon millions of people. just listen, and maybe it… Continue reading trees
Ruby - a song lost to most of the world but so wrenchingly beautiful that those who know it keep it close to their hearts - like the precious gem it is. Don't be alarmed ... it takes a while for you to see beyond the dark, pulsing melodies, the desperate screaming, the seeming bitterness… Continue reading you’re an angel fallen down
open the slits in your face and start your day a lot of the trial of getting up in the morning is opening your eyes - and keeping them open. that drowsy alternate-self tugs at the slits in your faces, pulling them shut. but once we've opened them, and kept them open, our day has… Continue reading before you start your day
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