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Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Hey world, are you afraid?
Hey world, be very afraid.
And baby girl, baby girl, I’m not afraid.
(Help me god, help me god, help me god)
I’m not afraid
So dream on you’re sleeping with the lights on;
I know I’m the one you’re thinking of.
Don’t try to run, try to run, they’re coming.
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
You’ll never let this go.
I got plenty of time to waste on you.
Got plenty of time to waste on;
I got plenty of time to waste on you.
Oh yeah.
And if you travel alone, can I come too;
I’ve been trying so hard to get it in to you.
(Oh oh yeah)
And if you wanna ride, travel from the inside.
I’m the light, and everybody’s rocking my way.
I’ll take another pill; I’m not afraid.
(I know it’s jealousy ‘cause all eyes are on me;
I know it’s jealousy ‘cause I’m killing.)
So dream on you’re sleeping with the lights on;
I know I’m the one your thinking of.
Don’t try to run, try to run, they’re coming.
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
You’ll never let this go.
I got plenty of time to waste on you.
Got plenty of time to waste on.
(Yeah)
So dream on you’re sleeping with the lights on;
I know I’m the one you’re thinking of.
So dream on you’re sleeping with the lights on;
I know I’m the one you’re thinking of.
Don’t try to run, try to run, they’re coming.
(Whoa, whoa, whoa)
You’ll never let this go.
(Source: breathecarolina.net)
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Here by the moorway you returned,
And saw the borough lights ahead
That lit your face—all undiscerned
To be in a week the face of the dead,
And you told of the charm of that haloed view
That never again would beam on you.And on your left you passed the spot
Where eight days later you were to lie,
And be spoken of as one who was not;
Beholding it with a heedless eye
As alien from you, though under its tree
You soon would halt everlastingly.I drove not with you… . Yet had I sat
At your side that eve I should not have seen
That the countenance I was glancing at
Had a last-time look in the flickering sheen,
Nor have read the writing upon your face,
“I go hence soon to my resting-place;“You may miss me then. But I shall not know
How many times you visit me there,
Or what your thoughts are, or if you go
There never at all. And I shall not care.
Should you censure me I shall take no heed
And even your praises no more shall need.”True: never you’ll know. And you will not mind.
But shall I then slight you because of such?
Dear ghost, in the past did you ever find
The thought “What profit”, move me much?
Yet abides the fact, indeed, the same,—
You are past love, praise, indifference, blame.
So this is the Thomas Hardy poem that came out for today’s Cambridge AS Level Literature in English Paper 33.
Truth be told, I am so relieved that one of the Emma poems came out for this year. I’m not very fond of his other poems concerning Life or about his love for nature…I just love the melancholic poems he writes for his dead wife. I really love it a lot.
The neglect, then sorrow, then regret of losing a loved one - oh, it’s just so beautiful…even though I’m praising it at Hardy’s expense.
I’m very sure that the poet had an awful time in 1912 when he had lost the love of his life suddenly (she died in her sleep after the couple entertained guests at a dinner party).
To see someone sleep and never wake up again - it’s heartbreaking.
And I guess from then on till the remainder of his life, Hardy never forgave himself for letting her slowly slip away. He blames himself so much that in some of his poems, he gives Emma’s ghost a ‘voice’ for her to reply to his questions and as a way for him to lift some burden of guilt that he feels.
Well, that’s one of the reasons why I love Hardy’s poems of his dead wife. :)
The permanence of death.
The immortality of memories.
The brevity of life.
It really makes you think about the things in your life - stuff you appreciate and those you neglect. It sends a powerful message.
(Source: poemtree.com)
Holy shit, I’ve been hibernating in my condo for almost a month now that I forgot what it was to be outdoors and back to college!
As you know, I’ve been having my study break since the last week of April to gear up for my finals. And for practically the entire duration, I’ve been stuck at home either staring at my books or staring at my laptop.
I’ve barely had ANY communication with any of my friends at all with the exception of Twitter and sometimes when I check my Facebook account on my cellphone.
I haven’t seen a fresh face other than my family members for at least 3 weeks straight!
In fact, this whole hibernation at home has made me nocturnal.
My sleep cycles have been so fucked up that I’m sleeping at 5/6am every morning and waking up at 3pm in the afternoon.
I’ve pretty much forgotten what morning looks like. My lunch becomes my breakfast, while dinner becomes lunch. Sometimes, I even have breakfast for dinner. LOL
Is it me or am I getting paler?
Hah, that was rather an inside joke between my friend and I. We had this joke going on that I’m turning into a vampire thanks to my sleep cycles.
Well, I can only confirm that if I start to drink blood one day from the gushing jugular that I rip apart with my nails as I claw into your bare neck (I’m warning you, hotstuff!).
So today, after a long hibernation at home, I’m finally exposed to broad daylight as I made my way to college to take my first paper for my finals.
Truth be told, I didn’t get much sleep last night anyways (I can never sleep on the night before exams/events) so it just feels like this vampire is up late past her bedtime.
Feels good to finally get some fresh air. :D
Plus, the campus looks even more ugly from the last time I remembered it: they’ve pasted the walls of the 4th floor with colourful, nature wallpaper with annoying ‘inspirational’ quotes printed on them. It’s such an eyesore.
But anyways, it feels great to be out. LOL
That moment when you’ve acknowledge that you’re a genuine procrastinator, but you’ve gone way beyond your shameful habits in playing LEFT 4 DEAD 2 on the night before a big Literature paper.
And this is no ordinary Literature paper, no, this is the exact AS paper which you flunked on your first try last year - thus, resulting in you having to retake it again this year round. THIS paper was your worst paper out of the rest of the subjects you took, and yet, you’re sitting in front of your computer shooting zombies down and startling the witch!
Damn, I really am hopeless on the night of a big test. I guess, playing Left 4 Dead 2 is just a short break for the day. Plus, it’s a great stress-reliever. :)
Oh well. I’m definitely not sleeping tonight.
Just when I thought I’m finally sane,
I see you in my dreams again;
Poking, leaning, yearning to play with me,
Like a heartless, emotionless creature you are.
That’s right, you’re a beast:
I have degraded you to a par so low,
It’s where the untamed animals prey on the weak.
You’re a devious, devouring, wolf;
That sniffs out gullible souls,
And feeds on vulnerability.
You don’t have a heart -
It got ripped out from you a long time ago;
And now you go around breaking more.
There’s merely a black hole where
That muscular organ used to be,
And it swallows up your conscience
Just like you gobble up innocence and life.
You’re the Grim Reaper of heartbreak,
That swoops in and collects the
Broken pieces of a heart once it’s shattered,
And you consume them one by one,
As you smugly enjoy the horror you’ve heaped.
This was my art final!
Basically, the story is that I’m listening to my iPod and it comes to life. So Alex is really singing and it’s like I’m front row/barricade at their concerts :)
The clouds - Remembering Sunday “I’m over you now, I’m at home in the clouds, towering over your head.”
The moon - Under A Paper Moon
The guitar - for all the acoustic songs they’ve released. Also, I’m learning how to play guitar
The boat - Stay Awake “This ship is sinking I’m thinking I’m done for; I watch as the sails disappear under water cause I’m no captain yet.”

Honestly, the only reason that there are 2 White Lies tracks this week on the number three spot is cause I couldn’t decide between which was best! I loved them both!
If I had a choice, I would place the ENTIRE White Lies album (To Lose My Life) on all spots! Haha. I’ve just been so addicted to indie rock lately. It’s crazy. :D
Hey there,
Honestly, I would just suggest listening to the entire Everything’s Fine album. LOL
It’s just amazing. And the lyrics are beautiful. :)

I would definitely say the best tracks are When We Were Young, Someone Like You, Back To The Start, Mannequin (the lyrics are awesome on this one!), and the last track, Don’t Let Me Go.
Chelsea and Young (from their previous album) are pretty rad too.
Hope this helps!
T. Michelle