“From her oddly dainty presence that voice, a voice that seemed not to come from her but from somewhere beyond even Billie and Ella, from the font of all greatness. A voice that was filled with such power and pain that it was at once entirely human yet laced with the divine.”—Russell Brand on Amy Winehouse
Love Is a Losing Game - Amy Winehouse, Back To Black
This is my favourite Amy Winehouse track, and one of my all time favourite songs.
I’m heartbroken by her death. Amy Winehouse and her music meant a lot to me. Her voice reaches inside your soul and fills you simultaneously with warmth and sadness.
And I can always relate to anyone who was a tortured soul. I always felt for her. And although her death is not all too shocking, I am upset at the passing of one of my favourites and one of the true great artists of our time.
I’m tres excited. We’re staying in a town called Ocean Park and it’s delightful. 8 hour drive today, then a night in Massachusetts, and then off to Maine from there. I made a road trip playlist that ended up being about 13 hours long (so I think it should suffice), aaaaand thanks to everyone’s recommendations I have about 12 hours of new music to enjoy on the beach.
I can’t wait to sit on the beach with my iPod, sketchbook and a Vanilla Coke. Plus some awesome shopping, which a lot of it will be for Deandra (the shopping there is insanely cheap).
Some people find it odd that I’m looking forward to a vacation with just me and my parents, but we have a good vibe. It will be nice.
I might blog from there but who knows. In reality, if the WiFi is decent, I will.
I don't understand why do you hate on people like that? You want attention from people? You feel lonely? Then here I am, I give you attention. I hope you are happy now :). Did I make your day? I hope so :)
Just to be clear I don't like Demi. Skyscraper is listenable but I don't really care of her carreer or whatever.
Just why do you have to hate on people? Does it makes you better about yourself?
Also sucide isn't a funny thing but I bet you don't care.
Cuz U R a Gangsta, not afraidz of sayin wut you think. Bravo
the internet can all at once be nurturing and destructive to one’s creativity.
Example, I draw a lot of inspiration from the content I see on Tumblr, but at the same time I’ll have my sketchbook in front of me with something half started, and it will stay that way for over an hour. I’m doing it right now.
I remember in an interview when Gaga said it’s important honour your creativity. “If Jesus is calling you better pick up the damn phone.” I thought that was really good advice. Because really by honouring it, you are also nurturing it. And it grows. And you start with point A and end somehow end up at point Z-R.31. That doesn’t happen if you’re sitting on the web writing a blog post.
aww poor little bored queer boy. it must suck being you. one, you're queer. that's enough reason for one's life to suck. two, you probably don't have friends since you're so rude. three, you have poor taste in music.
Hey. I just want you to know. Fuck off Demi. You have NO CLUE what that song means to her. You don't know the story behind the damn song. Just stfu and gtfo. Leave Demi alone. She's fxckin amazing. She doesn't deserve that shit from you. You're entitled to your opinion but YOUR OPINION SUCKS
I was filming a movie with John Malkovich and Tilda Swinton (I watched Burn After Reading before I went to bed), and we were filming a scene where the three of us were climbing the side of a giant terrifying sky scraper like Batman and Robin. And I had to stop production, because for some reason I had to pay to be in the movie, which I couldn’t afford.
I realized this halfway up the building, and started to cry and made my way back down the building telling them I had to leave. Tilda and John begged me not to leave but I had to. It was really sad.
I hope that never happens. But if I do end up starring in a spy action film with Swinton and Malkovich, I hope I get to finish production. It’ll happen.
This is the face she made when I was told her I was leaving.
I keep having a recurring dream where I'm on the Titanic
(and sadly I’m wearing my own normal clothes and everyone else is dressed like it’s 1912), and I keep warning everyone that we’re going to crash into an iceberg, and no one believes me. And all I think about is my impending doom.
I can’t handle all day events like Pride anymore. I can do a couple of hours and have fun but after I hit a wall that is it.
Last year a bunch of us went to Wonderland and we only lasted 4 or 5 hours. I just got so exhausted. I remember being able to do a full 10 hour day at Wonderland and having a blast. However, I was probably 11. But still.
I know it’s probably mostly due to the meds and the weight gain, but I can’t go all day like I used to. I’m not really complaining, just more of an observation.