I remember when I used to really care about singing and my voice but I can’t remember the last time I sang besides that recording I did. I just don’t care anymore, it’s not like anyone ever liked my singing anyway and I was always fighting an uphill battle trying to get noticed. I’m not talented at anything I don’t know why I even bother.
I don’t sing very much anymore tbh. what’s the point anyway?
an intentionally bad/creepy cover of Ketty Lester’s “Love Letters” by me
the seal from Arrested Development
“I hate my generation. No one my age knows what good music is, and they dress like idiots,” says the teenage boy as he glares out his living room window. The year is 1967. He shines his shoes, puts on a Glen Miller record and sits back, content in knowing that he is so much better than all of his peers.
i don’t care what anyone says. I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna get an iPhone
→ When Strangers Click, a 2011 documentary about online dating.
When Strangers Click, a 2011 documentary about online dating.
It reminds me of that famous Margaret Atwood quote: “Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.” It also reminds me of something written by one of the mods of Sex Worker Problems: “Misandry irritates. Misogyny kills.”
I mean, it’s just true.
“Misandry irritates. Misogyny kills.”
That’s it. That’s it right there.
In health class we were given sheets of paper and told to write a message we would want someone of the opposite sex to know
She read some examples
The girls were like: “Hey can you please not treat me like shit”
The boys were like: “Spray tans look ugly I hate when girls wear too much makeup and don’t lead me on.”