Side C.

(The hidden tracks)

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This embodies everything that I need to know about the relationship between Courtney Love and Kurt Cobain.

This embodies everything that I need to know about the relationship between Courtney Love and Kurt Cobain.

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Kurt Cobain wrote this song as an apology to his daughter for not being able to be the father he should be. 

Frances Bean Cobain is known to do acoustic covers of this song by herself.

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humans are so cute, when we say goodbye we put our arms around each other and to show we love someone we bring them flowers. we say hello by holding each other’s hand, and sometimes tiny little dewdrops form in our eyes. for pleasure we listen to arrangements of sounds, press our lips together, smoke dried leaves, get drunk off of old fruit. we’re all just little animals, falling in love and having breakfast beneath billions of stars

(via alas-mylove)

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It’s ceaselessly amazing how songs can wrap up memories into little packages of emotion that unopen to bring a dimension of you back to that short segment in time.

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My brother killed himself
on the twenty-eighth Thursday of last year
and I missed four days of work
and my mom wanted to know ‘Why’.
My brother
he was always a fan of beauty
but what he did
was not beautiful at all.

And last week I got the news
that one of my good friends from high school
had overdosed
except this time
she’d gone too far
and now she was gone.
And I had a hard time falling asleep at night
and her mother
hugged me tight
and thanked me for coming to the service
but I did not
want to be there at all.
This is not

The girl down the street
would’ve turned 21 last year
and I can scarcely imagine
the wild times she would’ve
But she is buried six feet deep
after falling nearly 300
and she did not leave a note.
This is not

My freshman year of college
and my roommate was beautiful
and how I wanted to be just like her.
But she wore herself down
till she was
almost invisible
and if you blinked
you had to go and find her all over again.
So now her parents are no longer supporting her college tuition
but are paying her hospital bills
watching their daughter crumble.
This is not

So y’all can take your narcissistic
and glamorizing
of self harm and eating disorders and committing suicide
and shove them as far up your ass
as you possibly can.
Starvation is not beautiful.
Killing yourself is not beautiful.
is not beautiful.
This note I am writing
is not beautiful.

But you
you are beautiful
and it’s about damn time you start believing it.

(Source: runiqu, via queen-of-awkward)

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Talking the Talk

I used to get irked that “not trying” was something cool. Actually I think its still a thing, with teenagers and asians anyway. But theres been this trend, this new thing in trying, striving, falling down and getting back up. To work hard, to be committed, to be dedicated, to be money-hungry. Its all over facebook cover photos, inspirational quotes, top retweeted tweets. Its become cool to be humble and I was enjoying this kinder side of humans and the acceptance of humility.

But I have a problem when people dont fucking know what they’re talking about. When they throw around the word “blessed”. When they proudly flash their ownership of a dream. When they show off ambition like a knock-off ring.

But they’ve never experienced ground zero. They’ve never had to work. They’ve never committed to something so fully that they have to alienate themselves from people around them.

The people in this generation are so fake and flashy. It’s all talk about hard work, but never sacrifice. What do people nowadays know about sacrifice? It’s sickening how people lay claim to being something and in the process undermine those who truly do have those values and have sacrificed things they’ve held close.

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I’ve noticed something about people who make a difference in the world: They hold the unshakable conviction that individuals are extremely important, that every life matters. They get excited over one smile. They are willing to feed one stomach, educate one mind, and treat one wound. They aren’t determined to revolutionize the world all at once; they’re satisfied with small changes. Over time, though, the small changes add up. Sometimes they even transform cities and nations, and yes, the world.
Beth Clark, Kisses from Katie (via kylaonline)

(Source: seabois, via natashanicole88)

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odd future.

Unapologetic power-addict gotta get it

Get widd it, dipset, or die in it, biggot.

Eat lil bitches for breakfast to amp up for top dogs - that’s the main course

Wipe it off with a napkin and leave the table on a high horse

Forget Ps and Qs, no RSVPs needed for this OG

Paid in due deeds so this dude’s eased, makin cheese.

Wine ‘n’ dine, no fine line for a fly guy nor mastermind

See the main floor, take you on a tour, yeah there’s more

Penthouse balcony, view’s a masterpiece,

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What I’ve Accomplished:

  • Deciphered awkward into being something of a figment of my imagination.
  • Opened my eyes to new people, new lifestyles.
  • Branched away from the Asian lifestyle that I’m so used to.
  • Honed in on what it is that I want — what it is though… yet to be known.
  • Weighed the value of something that’s always played a large part in my life - badminton.
  • Gotten my business cards printed out <— solidifies my advancement into the workforce.
  • Joined ULI.
  • Steady part time job.
  • Solid full time temporary job.
  • Come to terms with what I am, that the majority of my friends are not — an introvert — and accepted it.

This past year was a year of professional development for me. That initial dive into professionalism… like overlooking a canyon with a skimpy harness. 

The latter part of this year felt very lonely. It was a year of… me. Indeed I did “do me”, and I got very far. But I feel like I’ve dropped everything else to “do me” — left my family, isolated myself from my friends…

I hope 2013 will not be a downward spiral for me, but it’s hard to stunt the momentum of my obsession with becoming a professional.