do better.

1. Owl City (1)
2. Lady GaGa (1)
3. Panic at the Disco (1)
4. Forever the Sickest Kids (1)
5. A Rocket To The Moon (1)

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1. Monty Python (6)
2. Third Eye Blind (2)
3. Acceptance (2)
4. Owl City (2)
5. Motion City Soundtrack (2)

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imnotwhoyouthink:

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in love.

whytheyrehot:

Why He’s Hot:

1. He’s the chubby, awkward, Jewish (drools) lead singer of Say Anything. Who doesn’t love more cushion for the pushin’? Not to forget how damn cute he looks in tight clothes. His tattoos, green eyes, and smile don’t hurt either.
2. Whether he’s belting out his trade mark angst filled anthems, or singing breathy soft longings, his voice is beautiful and he always sings (with his tongue out ;]) the poetic songs he writes with undeniable passion that make us wonder what he brings in bed.
3. He’s suffered fro mental illness and extreme anger. Making him potentially very bad ass.  Yet, everything he does is for his extreme hope in love and his belief that it’s what’s going to save us all. He’s alive with the glory of love.
4. When it comes to sex, he doesn’t hold back. He doesn’t think twice about disobeying the Rabbi and touching himself or others. Confidence in sexuality is what gives every guy that sex appeal. His confidence is even enough to make girls touch themselves.
5. Did I mention he’s jewish, loves comic books and can play piano too?

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whytheyrehot:

Why He’s Hot:

1. Meet Michael fucking Pitt, AKA gorgeous. Just look at that face. FUCKING LOOK AT IT! That sexy hair that’s just amazing any fucking way you do it, and those eyes, those EYES. Yeah and you haven’t even seen this, tell me you don’t want that to roll over and greet you in the morning. Oh, and theirs also this look he does. You just want to wrap your arms around that and offer up some good ‘ol sexual healing.
2. His attitude, he has that whole badass-who-is-maybe-kinda-crazy thing going on; In the way that you just want him to spank you. Yes, there, I said it! and you were thinking it too.
3. Do I even have to mention his body? No, didn’t think so.
4. What has he been in? well just let me tell you some of them: Hedwig and the angry inch (where he is fucking sexy) funny games (where he is psycho and still fucking sexy) and last days (where he is kurt cobain and GODDAMN fucking sexy). He plays a lot of low roles, but the talent is just dripping off him (mm, dripping). Nothing is sexier than a man with talent at what he does (if you get what I’m saying).
5. He also has a fucking BAND called pagoda. Yes, he sings in a goddamn band, too. AND PLAYS GUITAR. and PS you cant deny he is fucking adorable in that video. Just throw your panties at him now girls.

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It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to
be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can
disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, ‘Yes.’

It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.