Songs that pull at your heartstrings: The A-Team
Hey guys!
So I've decided to start a new feature: "Songs that pull at your heartstrings"
And happily, the first song of this series is: "The A-Team"
Now this song is something that doesn't just pull my heartstrings, it rips them off in a craze of frenzy feels.
Ed Sheeran was inspired to write this song when he visited a shelter for recovering drug addicts and met people that were on drugs classified as "Class - A."
Now, my feels on this song are going to be ripped open in a blazing fire, so stand back if you can't handle messed-up-girl feels, because they're going to come cascading down upon you.
When the song starts, it plays a soft guitar strum that made me love the song the first time I heard it. The way he softly sings it and the repentant, bubbling anger that he sings with really hurts me. I love listening to this song because the words are so pure, so symbolic. Think about this: a drug addict, whose entire life was about corruption, wasting and impurities. But when she dies, she dies covered in white, her death giving her the final purity of an angel.
That's what grief looks like.
In some ways, it's somewhat beautiful. Grief has its own withering, mad grace that no one understand, but everyone worships and loves.
Heartstrings pulled and stretched,
FeatherPaw.
“She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.”
― Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated
New Blog Design! Yay!
Okay guys, so I did a little bit of mooching around on the internet (until 3am in the morning) and I redesigned my blog. <3
Yeah I know, something went wrong with the background, but I hope you guys like it! :)
Have fun reading my posts off of the terrible silver background!
UPDATE: I fixed the problem so now you see normal white background! :D
(Sarcastic yay.) Yay.
FeatherPaw.
I feel like writing. A lot.
Hey guys,
So I promised myself over the summer that I am gong to sincerely try to continue my writing because I feel that it is one thing that I really enjoy and pour my soul out in. As you can see, except for the otehr three posts on my blog, I haven't really kept that promise.
Therefore, this year, I am going to write down every single story idea that I get. And I am going to attempt to finish at least one of them as a book or even a short story. Because I feel that it is important for me, as a person, to write. This is because I have ideas that implode and grow inside my head as a storyline, and as they grow, I become more and more bottled up. It becomes really hard for to interact with other people, and my head just starts becoming a burning broth for what happens next in my stories. Most of them are run of the mill boring as hell stories, but they still sick in my head and bore the hell out of me.
But don't worry, I'm not going to post all of my head crap in here, though you do read most of it.
I will write them privately, and the ones that I feel are worthy of being criticised and hacked to pieces in front of the entire world will be posted for you to humiliate me.
Don't miss the chance! :)
Ooodles and oodles of midnight oil for you to burn,
FeatherPaw.
Happily Ever After
Hey guys, I know haven't been writing a lot, but I don't exactly have many viewers, so, yeah.
Have you ever watched a chick flick, or read a romantic story book or a play where the characters end up together?
I find myself always wondering about them and what's going to happen to them in the future.
For some reason, happily ever after is never enough for me. I want to know what happens to the people whether they stay together after college, whether they ever get married or have kids. For some reason, I don't know what, I spend hours after a meaningless chick flick or movie trying to analyze the last words they said, the actions they did to find out whether they stay together.
You're probably wondering why this is a big deal.
It's a big deal to me because I yearn for love. In fact, I lust for it. Sometimes, I feel like I could give up anything if I could just find someone who would love me and fill this inner need in me to love someone else. And I don't care what kind of a love it is, even if it is for a minute, I just want someone to laugh with me, kiss me and then cuddle me or hug me to sleep. And his may just be the teenage hormones speaking up, but that's the way it is.
For me, it goes deeper than having a boyfriend or someone to make out with. I want the mental parts that come with a relationship. I want to see my future with someone and maybe someday start a family. That's why, I guess, in the movies, when people find love, I go running after them. I start working out the mental roles that the characters would have to participate in if they continued being in that relationship. I look at characters and I think about how they manage college, work and other things in life together if their love for each other is as strong as it is portrayed to be in the book.
I want to know.
I guess it's just a weird thing, but have you thought about it?
Has anyone really thought about after the happy ever after?
Mental musings,
FeatherPaw.
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