En sang som minner deg om kjæresten din
I morgen: En sang du elsker å synge med på
I morgen: En sang du elsker å synge med på
I morgen: En sang som minner deg om kjæresten din
Det er så synd at ingen av sangene fra soundtracket til The Hunger Games faktisk er med i filmen!
I morgen: En sang som minner deg om en gammel venn
Favorittfilmen? Åh, hvilken skal jeg velge?! Det er jo én som alltid vender tilbake som favoritt, og det er Løvenes Konge. Sangen må derfor bli Livets Sirkel:
AAAAAACHIBATCHAAAA – elsker introen ♥
I morgen: Den forrige sangen du hørte
Favorittband: The Killers. Favorittsang av favorittbandet:
The Killers – Mr. Brightside. Sukk ♥
I morgen: En sang fra soundtracket til favorittfilmen din
Denne er lett:
I morgen: En sang av favorittbandet ditt
Øøøøh. Husker egentlig ikke så langt tilbake, men hørte jo en del på Cascada på ungdomsskolen så kan jo være noe sånt som Every time we touch? Eller nei, nei, det må bli Sie Gubba – Finast Jenta! Herregud! HAHAHAHAHA!
Det var tiiiiider, det!
I morgen: En sang som gjør deg håpefull
Highasakite – Indian Summer. Trondhjemsband og greier og greier! Herlig indie ♥
I morgen: En sang som minner om din første kjærlighet
“I was in the winter of my life – and the men I met along the road were my only summer. At night I fell sleep with visions of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them. Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour and memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times.
I was a singer, not a very popular one, who once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet – but upon an unfortunate series of events, saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again – sparkling and broken. But I really didn’t mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom is.
When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I had been living – they asked me why. But there’s no use in talking to people who have a home, they have no idea what it’s like to seek safety in other people, for home to be wherever you lie your head.
I was always an unusual girl, my mother told me that I had a chameleon soul. No moral compass pointing me due north, no fixed personality. Just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and wavering as the ocean. And if I said that I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way I’d be lying – because I was born to be the other woman. I belonged to no one – who belonged to everyone, who had nothing – who wanted everything, with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about it – and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.
Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people- and finally I did- on the open road. We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore – except to make our lives into a work of art. LIVE FAST. DIE YOUNG. BE WILD. AND HAVE FUN.
I believe in the country America used to be. I believe in the person I want to become, I believe in the freedom of the open road. And my motto is the same as ever. I believe in the kindness of strangers. And when I’m at war with myself, I ride. I just ride.
Who are you? Are you in touch with all your darkest fantasies?
Have you created a life for yourself where you’re free to experience them?
I have. I am fucking crazy. But I am free.”
(whi)
Hvilken bestevenn, sier jeg da! Neida, eller jo da. På barne- og ungdomsskolen var det en, på videregående en annen og nå en ny. Og innimellom har vi jo da disse mannlige bestevennene, bedre kjent som Ulven og mannedyret. Tar en liten samlesang for alle de som har vært, er og blir, og da må det jo bli bestevennsangen over alle bestevennsanger, Queen – You’re My Best Friend:
I morgen: En sang som minner deg om sommeren som var