okay demi

my taste in music is fucked up

sometimes I’m like “bitch I feel fabulous imma put on beyonce, demi lovato, selena gomez, taylor swift, adele and lady gaga cuz im feeling great right now” but then sometimes I feel so nostalgic and i’m like “no let’s put on nirvana, the smiths, pixies, soundgarden, radiohead, pink floyd, michael jackson, elvis, charlie sexton, and janis joplin cuz shit man older music is great” but then I feel so angry and I’m like “fuck let’s blast eminem, kanye west, jay-z, Dr. Dre, thirty seconds to mars, MCR, nickelback, NF, starset, fall out boy cuz shit I’m feeling pumped” but then i get all tumblr and am like “shit man twenty one pilots, melanie martinez, x ambassadors, lorde, troye sivan, halsey, the weeknd, imagine dragons, bastille, lana del rey, let’s smoke a joint and get all alternative in this bitch” and then I’m like “omfg film score is the most beautiful form of music ever hans zimmer, james newton howard, john powell fuck this music is great and expresses so much unattainable emotion” then I hear fucking david guetta, calvin harris, M83, chainsmokers, rudimental, disclosure and be like “EDM is fucking amazing and makes me feel like i’m flying and dancing it’s great” then I put on my singer-songwriter playlist and I’m like “fuck but ed sheeran, passenger, damien rice, kodaline, sleeping at last, mumford & sons, hozier, the lumineers, elmore, dodie, are all so great and simplistic and make me feel like running through the forest on a cold morning” and I don’t have a single type of music because i have so many personalities and it gets really hard to explain sometimes but i guess the music is there to explain it all for me

tell me if I’m wrong (tell me if I’m right)

For Nurseydex week prompt: July 19th – gender/sexuality

“Come on, Nursey, let’s hook you up!” Holster’s voice is half-lost in the pounding bass that’s been shaking the Haus for the last two hours. “Yeah, bro, after that filthy fuckin’ shot you netted tonight, you deserve it!” Ransom has got one arm slung over Holster’s shoulder and the other over Nursey’s, and both his captains are grinning at him in a way he knows usually leads to trouble.

“We know for a fact that girl in your poetry seminar–”

“—Melissa,” Ransom supplies.

“Right, Melissa, is just waiting for you to say go.”

Nursey tries to stifle his grimace. “Melissa’s nice, but I’m not interested,” he says, sipping from his cup of tub juice. His eyes flit to Dex instead as he joins the darkened mass of people dancing and grinding together a few feet away.

“Come on, bro, you haven’t hooked up in weeks,” Ransom protests, and Nursey shoves at his head playfully. “I’m chill, if I find someone I like I’ll go for it, but I’m good where I am.”

“All right, man,” Holster says, slapping his shoulder before stepping back. “C’mon Rans, let’s go make sure Bitty hasn’t lost his shoes or some shit.”

Nursey appreciates their efforts, he does, but they’re wrong – he hasn’t hooked up in over a year.

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