otp: remembered


Remembered is a song by Amy Bishop, an amazing singer who is also a lesbian, and this is a video to remember those we lost in Orlando. The world needs more love and let us never forget.

The Remembered

He remembers her,
A burst of light,
Dancing before him,

Underneath neon lights,
Who smelled of cheap vodka,
And warm vanilla.

She was a broken puzzle in his arms,
A book he memorized in the dark of night,
While her lips blazed a path of red down his back.

He knew her,
This earth bound goddess
Who was meant to travel stars,
And discover ancient cities on the ocean floor.

He knew her,
He knew her.
He knows her,
Watching as her body went up in flames,
And her soul rode on the white winged horse.

I want to be someone who has the ability to make people feel good about themselves. Comfortable in their own skin. If people have nothing else to say about me, I hope they can say that I helped them discover who they truly are, even if simply by being a positive force in their life.
—  1.17.14

“Rich Dad, Poor Dad”

Remember a child’s places what I often heard while asking
About the things no adolescent could imagine
Trying on the pants of a man I had not yet become
Hands too small to button the buttons my father often fastened
While speaking on his dreams and ambitions although I could never understand
There was comfort that I listened, with mention to be better than him

[Verse 1:]
Be a better man in the world of negligence
Pedophilic malvolence, don’t trust your reverend
When they settling for settlements
Lock your doors, shut your windows, don’t let the devil in
The media graffiti-a with relishments
Money, cars, and clothes I suppose what successful is
They say so you’re oats, it’s natural to experiment
But don’t get stuck and fucking run amok - be celibate
Only 14 when I first cut
I wasn’t her first, I had to strap up
And thank God for them condoms that my papa gave me
Cause a convo ‘bout birds and bees wouldn’t save me
From a child I couldn’t shoulder, pushin’ in a stroller
Down the streets of 3OB while all my homies asked to hold 'em
Proceed to play ball, when he cried I can’t console him
I truly wasn’t ready for kids, that’s what he told me

I had a rich dad, poor dad
I had a rich dad, poor dad
I had a rich dad, poor dad
I had a rich dad, poor dad

[Verse 2:]
Never in a sense of money spent
Christmas trees are beautiful without presents up under them
Lead by example, don’t get caught up in the rapture
Life is just a raffle, mostly pain, but some laughter
The older that you get, it’s even harder to believe
No superheroes on TV you used to see
Remember that I told you slow down, control your speed
The more you walk with God, the harder it is to scrape your knee
I remember when I fell from my first bike
There were no “are you okays” and rarely “are you alrights”
Just dirt in my pockets, handful of gravel
That’s when I realized that getting up is only half the battle
The fear of falling off will haunt me well into my teens
The moment that the world took a shit upon my dreams
Cause money is the root, and love is all we had
In fact, I’m glad, I had a rich dad, poor dad


—  Big K.R.I.T.

“Lately I have been thinking about what life essentially is. I have been having thoughts like if no one remembers me there is no difference from me just not existing. What would be the difference between me not being remembered in my time and place and me not existing there? So I’m going to live a life in which people remember me.”
“How will you do that?”
“When I’m with my friends I say, ‘let’s make sure we remember the things we do together.’ So…I’m a senior in high school, but today my friends and I cut our evening study session and came out here to hang out!”

“최근에 인생은 본질적으로 무엇인지 생각해 봤어요. 누구도 나를 기억해주지 않는다고 하면 사실 나는 존재하지 않는 것하고 마찬가지 아닌가 하는 생각이 들더라구요. 제가 있는 시간과 장소에서 제가 없었던 것하고 다름 없잖아요. 그래서 누군가가 절 기억해줄 수 있는 삶을 살려고 해요.”
“친구들하고 ‘우리가 함께 있었다는 것을 꼭 기억하자’ 라고 되새겨요. 그래서…..고3 인데 오늘은 친구들하고 같이 야자 빼먹고 놀러나왔어요!”