#g.creates

as normal, { my spotify } 

LET’S START THE NEW YEAR! (new years 2017 -> 2018)

we all put in headphones as we walk down city streets and pretend we’re in music videos, don’t deny it, it’s a wondrous feeling 

you know that feeling when the car is moving but you don't really feel like you are? or when the music is playing in the background of a party and you're there, watching, but it feels a little... off?

war isn’t always war cries and battlefields; sometimes it is nothing more than a conversation, a decision, and a blood chilling result... be careful if you start one with me

little loves of mine... the butterflies of music. 

someplace between sad and glad, longing and lonely... just let the bathwater wash it away

sometimes we just need a boost, a little jump start to get us through the day, hopefully this helps you as much as me

i don’t drink coffee, yet i named my indie playlist ‘black coffee”, what does that say about me???

nights alone aren’t always lonely, sometimes they’re immensely calming 

man, give someone an electric guitar and let them expressed an emotion other people won't admit they understand, and apparently they become possessed in people's eyes

we are young, and our lives are a rollercoaster- high and low and everything in between

love songs picked out by a girl who’s never had a romantic encounter in her life; you’re welcome

Acoustics to go with the s'mores

My { spotify }

it’s that feeling you get right before you jump off a swing- the rush, the exhilaration- so close your eyes, take a breath, and jump

everyone draws sharpie tattoos; maybe it’s because sometimes we all crave something fun and not permanent once in a while

dance with me at midnight in the light of our neon glow sticks

dandelion fluff floating in the wind, an orange sunset, fireflies blinking all around you - yeah that’s what these three bands make me feel like

you know you listened to the ‘emo’ music, and you know you still do because screw society’s opinion, these songs got you through crap

when you’re seventeen and wearing a sundress for no other reason than you want to even though it doesn’t go with your converse

the ending scene in 80’s movies where the car drives off, the people are smiling and happy, and that song takes over as the credits start rolling

sometimes you're sad, and that's okay

clear skies and and deep breaths, that joy that makes you so glad to be alive because the sun exists and the air and the wind, and you’re just happy

roll the windows down and sing as loud as you can with your friends as wind whips around you

Alice and Wendy are spit out of their worlds, meetup, and try to survive this screwed up place between wonderland and neverland… by any means necessary

I do not have a crush. I just happen to think of you and me together whenever I hear these songs.

have you ever considered what converse sound like?

all are from { my spotify }

dancing around the room with wet hair and mismatched socks

these songs give me unrealistic expectations for my first date and I’m kinda okay with that

rain is when the clouds cry and my soul wants to sing

that one person who sits in the corner brooding listens to this as they stare at everyone

let’s sneak out on the roof just to stare at the stars while the wind blows around us

you really don’t want to talk to me if this is playing

it’s dark and we’re running through dimly lit streets, sitting and staring and not caring and feeling too much

when everyone leaves and it’s just me alone at night on my bed with my laptop

never been in a relationship but I made a breakup playlist anyway

A little red circle greets me. A little white ghost. “Wait.” It’s weaker now.

I tap. You’re there, not quite smiling. But you never do in these.

Silly, stupid, Grinning. I should let it disappear. “Wait.” Not just yet… please.

Fast forward. We are ten. Chasing each other 'round. Parents watch us— smiling wide. I laugh when you fall down.

Twelve now.  We hear the word Whispered as we leave.  Pay it no mind, Little Ones,  It will only make you grieve. 

Fourteen And ‘crush’  Is giggled all around  I roll my eyes,  We tease those fools My heart seems to pound?

Sixteen, and again  The word is here.  This time, it’s in my mind; You’ve changed. It’s a year of tears 

And now, here we are,  Eighteen, and together still. But not how I want, Secretly We’ve grown and learned,   I feel my lungs burn,  When you smile at me. 

‘Crush’ isn’t the right word anymore. 

A drop of sunlight, Rays dancing into my room,I can smile again.