#undreaming

@undreaming-fanfiction​ FUck you for the call out.

But yes. November Rain by Guns and Roses. I know there is this post that Eddie would not enjoy as Meal head in 80s Guns and Roses.

But November Rain has this amazing guitar solo. The 1986 acoustic version is haunting and the lyrics are full of longing and love.

My rant under read more~

Zoe finally learns the entire truth about everything that has happened, as Kian and Saga prepare to connect both sides and save the worlds.

Any feedback, suggestions, ideas for series I can do and etc. are always very much appreciated. =)

rules: 🎧🎵 when you get this, you have to put in 5 songs you actually listen to at the moment. Then tag 5-10 followers to do the same. 🎵🎧

1. Karma - AJR - Story of my life, where is the karma?

2. Innocently Annoying - Elysewood - “Do I annoy the worst of you?”

3. Nothing to Forgive - Falconshield - Lol song, but it slaaaaaaps “Did you come for absolution? I have got none left to give!”

4. Villains Aren’t born (They’re Made) - Peggy - “Villains aren’t born, darling, they’re made.” Oh boy, this line, I can imagine the blade under heros chin as the villain smirks in victory.

5. New Year’s Eve - Derivakat - “A place I once called home is no longer mine. But life keeps moving on” is such raw sentence. And it Love it, this song is about changes... and it always makes me tear up

And since I wont be tagging people, bonus song and interpret: 

“No matter what you do, some people aren’t going to like you. They will call you too much or too little. Too loud or too quiet. Too soft or too strong. As long as you have flavor, you won’t be someone’s cup of tea. So if you can’t live in such a way that everyone will like you, I suggest living in such a way that you do. It’s you that you sleep with every night, anyway.” – Miss Erin Brown

“You can be the ripest, juiciest peach in the world, and there’s still going to be somebody who hates peaches.” – Dita Von Teese

. I try very hard to live in such a way that my little life does not ever negatively affect anyone around me. I was raised to behave with patience, respect, and consideration towards all other soft humans on this world with me. I address any and all (gratefully, rare) interpersonal conflict with sensitivity, diplomacy, and empathy, because there are two sides to every story, and your feelings are just as valid as my own. I even take great pains to keep negative opinions or complaints I might have confined to the tender safety of the core of my familial tribe, because there is enough negativity in this world, and I would so much more rather share with you the things I love.

But people will always find something to criticize you for.

Fortunately, my thirties have gifted me with a powerful sense of self, and a deep deep comfort in the woman I’ve become. I was raised by a fiercely strong heroine/mother who instilled in me, through example, an unshakable self-respect, but it has taken me years to reach a place in which my self worth really hinges little on the opinions of others. Obviously it is nice to be liked and accepted – I am only human, after all – but mean-spirited gossip, hateful words, ugly comments . . . If they do happen, I can’t even see them, they’re so far removed from the person I am.