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REBLOG AND SEE IF YOU GET A COLOR.
PURPLE: I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.
YELLOW: I wish we were friends in real life.
RED: I love you with a burning passion.
GREY: I wish we’d talk more.
TURQUOISE: I would hug you if we met
PINK: I love your blog it’s one of my favourites
TEAL: We have a lot in common.
BLUE: You are my tumblr crush.
ORANGE: I don’t like your blog.
WHITE: MARRY ME PLEASE.
GREEN: I think you’re cute.
CORAL: I think you’re beautiful
BLACK: I would date you.
BROWN: I don’t like you.
It’s you I wanted to talk to. You see…
I really just want to sing. Like I have never been able to figure out a career for myself that I saw sticking. Sure I want to write a best selling novel and yes I can see myself teaching children or college students but I never saw myself over-joyed to go do that.
I want to sing. I want to be in a position to share what I’ve been through, to tell people like myself that things do get better. I want to be able to put my words to music and just sing. I want people to not feel so alone. Music changed my life so much. Music saved my life. Music was an outlet. Music still is an outlet. So I want to sing.
But because of being bullied since third grade, because of my parents saying I couldn’t do it, because of my siblings yelling at me to shut up and stop singing because I suck I don’t have the confidence. I have a decent voice untrained. But there’s always that question. There’s always that possibility that I’m hearing what I want to hear and not what others are actually hearing. And that’s terrifying.
But God I want to sing.
I have one thing that is making it impossible to give up on this too. My old choir teacher Mr. Martin. I told him that my parents told me I had a horrible voice and he had this face. It told me everything I wished my mom would tell me. “Are they crazy? What the hell are they saying to you?” And then he said it; the one thing I hold on to every time I feel like I wouldn’t be good enough. “You’re my best alto.”
And I can’t give up on myself in that aspect. Because I was the best at something. Maybe it shouldn’t mean that much to me, maybe it’s completely stupid, but I was the best at something. The best alto. I was the best at something that involved my dream. And to me that means the universe.
I love to sing but I can’t seem to decide if I should give up or try harder.
and I am suffering the consequences right fucking now.
We Seemed Like A Good Idea [listen]
I. Battlefield // Lea Michele II. Let Her Go (Cover) // Jasmine Thompson III. Manhattan // Sara Bareilles IV. Say Something // A Great Big World (feat. Christina Aguilera) V. Our July In The Rain // He Is We VI. Nothing Last Forever // Maroon 5 VII. Distance // Christina Perri VIII. City // Sara Bareilles IX. Pompeii // Bastille X. Disconnected // Keane XI. Before The Worst // The Script XII. The Scientist // Coldplay
STOP IT WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU WHY ARE THESE ALL SO SAD IT’S MY OTP NOT MY FUCIING TRAGIC-LOVE-STORY-THAT-I-LOVE-TO-SEE-TORTURTED-TP
Rachel Berry’s steps to fight fires.
My reasons for why the Glee RP community has gone downhill and how we might be able to fix things