the thing is, somebody cares. i know your best friend seems really busy all the time and is shit at texting but she still loves you and she talks to you more than she talks to anyone else and you’re the only breath of calm she has on this planet. the boy in your science class loves seeing what music you’re listening to on your headphones - he has the same taste and wishes he had the nerve to ask you about it. your english teacher loves the insight you have on your papers. somebody cares. the person who lives down the street from you notices when you are sick because they don’t see you stomping your way to the schoolbus - it’s how they know it’s time to get their breakfast ready. somebody is looking for you at the party, even if they don’t know they’re really looking for you - but when you don’t show up, some part of them is disappointed. somebody is looking for you in the library, in the spot where you eat lunch, in front of that one step you always seem to trip on. i know your parents are a complicated mess and there’s drama between your friends and your love life is sort of shaped like a constant question and everybody seems all caught up in their own lives and their own happiness and nobody really notices: but somebody always does. every face in your dreams is someone you have met, and that means that you are in a million’s stranger’s heads. they see you when they go to bed. and somebody cares. somebody still thinks about you even though you were just a person with a nice outfit or good eyeliner or a great smile or because you were having one of those moments that are so charmingly human in nature or because they regret not asking if you needed help when you fell or because they wonder what you were thinking about or drawing or writing or just because you’re alive, and that makes you fascinating. somebody cares. when you were on break from work and saw a dog hanging his head out of the car and suddenly broke into a smile: there was a girl in the back of that car, and I was her, and I still think about you, and i hope you get more chances to smile like that. and there is you, sitting here reading this, and by some small extension, meeting me, and i am telling you, I care. somebody always does. i promise. i promise. you are loved.
Disclaimer: these are just the ways others and myself have perceived the song. Art is all about perception so if you don’t see it that way then that’s fine!
This is home by Cavetown (aro)
I would do anything for love (but I won’t do that) by meatloaf (ace)
This is gospel by Panic! (you can interpret this as aro or aroace even though that’s not technically what the songs about)
That’s so us by Allie X (could be seen as aroace friendship)
Solo by Clean Bandit (demisexual)
Hey look ma, I made it by Panic! At the Disco (asexual)
Never been in love by Will Jay (aro and aroace)
You matter to me by Sara Bareilles (all aspec and everyone in general)
Ace of hearts by Zella Day (ace)
If our love is wrong by Callum Scott (ace)
The other by Tonight Alive (aroace, all aspec)
Wild Things by Alessia Cara (all aspec)
My song by Alessia Cara (all aspec)
When I asked if anyone would be interested in me making this a lot of people made it clear they wanted songs that weren’t romantic or sexual so I made this extra playlist of songs that have some kind of deep meaning, a lot have to do with mental illness.
Disconnect by clean bandit and marina and the Diamonds
Better off dead by sleeping with sirens (tw: mentions of wanting death, suicidal thoughts)
Anklebiters by Paramore
Monster by Paramore
Fear and loathing by Marina and the Diamonds
Morning I’m America by Jon Bellion
Dizzy by Waterparks
How to Save a Life by The Fray
Daydreamer by Young the Giant
Don’t dream it’s over by Crowded House
I’ll be good by Jaymes Young
We’ve got soul by Chapel
I’m not calling you a liar by Florence and the Machine
Talk to me by Cavetown
Earth by Sleeping at Last
Stupid Now by Drew Monson
Waves by Tonight Alive
Not so bad in LA by Allie X
Two Time by Jack Stauber
Choirs by Ashe
We fall apart by we as human
Runaway train by soul asylum
Drift away by Dobie Gray
Stay out by Nina Nesbitt
Spirits by the strumbellas
Idaho by Nerina Pallot
December by Ambershades
Marianne by Tori Amos
In the 99 by Vienna Teng
Alone in Crowds by Uhre
Maybe Not by Cat Power
Ran and File by Moses Sumney
Stoned Soul Picnic by Laura Nyro
Isolde’s Very Insightful Views on Going To
Work and Suicide by beißpony
This Is Me by Davey La
Photograph by Satellites
If All I Was Was Black by Mavis Staples
The Girl Who Broke in Two by Paul
Freeman
Shadow Room by Craig and Paul Freeman
Hooray for Tom by Bruce Hornsby
Heroes by 100 Year War
Jimmy Choos by Rickie Lee Jones
Pet Cemetery by Joe Innes & The
Cavalcade
Medusa by Tyler Lyle
The Minnow and the Trout by A Fine Frenzy
5th Avenue Bar by Dylan LeBlanc
The Grass is Green by Nelly Furtado
Ether Halo by John MacLeod
Something Worth Voting For by DC Cardwell
We’re All Mad In Our Own Way by Natasha Bedingfield
Small Talk by Spleen
Bird set free by Sia
Unstoppable by Sia
(Note: I will be adding to this regularly, if you have any songs you want me to add then let me know)
It’s easy to grow fond of the sketchy outline of a person, and fill in what you don’t yet know.
outlook on being gifted when you’re 6: cool so i’m smart i guess! that explains why i get the highest grades in the class and finish all my homework early!
outlook on being gifted when you’re 16: i decided taking 5 AP classes would be a good idea for some reason and i’ve had a high grade fever for the past 2 days but if i miss school i’ll be drowning in make-up work and i was supposed to have finished reading that book for class last week and i have 3 assignments due tomorrow but i’m just laying in bed staring at the wall
The pioneers of a warless world are the young men who refuse military service.
Albert Einstein (via infj-misc)
*Kicks down door and breaks into your house* BE AWARE OF ASEXUALITY BITCH!!!!!!
On this week, one year ago, I came out for the first time, to my best friend. Her good reaction encouraged me to be progressively more open about it ever since. Today I’m able to confidently say it: I’m ace, I’m proud, and the world can die mad about it. Happy asexual awareness week you beautiful people! Love, support and respect your ace-spec friends and relatives!!
(Click the images for better quality. This comic and this story really mean a lot to me and I’d be forever grateful if you could reblog it! Thanks!)
Hardship often prepares an ordinary person for an extraordinary destiny.
C.S. Lewis (via logicsensi)
so apparently it was pepperony week and no one told me??? i did these silly doodles right after seeing homecoming, inspired by the film’s ending + a goofy convo with a friend :’)))