sing song writer

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Clearly that website is mistaken. She always was and always will be number 1.

otp: you can’t leave (don’t) || kidge fanmix

“You can’t leave.” 

“You can’t tell me what to do.” 

LISTEN HERE. 

• TRACKLIST •

catch me | demi lovato • moonlight | ariana grande • YOUR UNIVERSE | rico blanco • mess we’ve made | aj rafael feat. tori kelly • latch (acoustic) | sam smith • first heartbreak | tori kelly • wait for you | elliot yamin  • lost stars | adam levine • heart like yours | willamette stone • shelter | ray lamontagne  

album art originally by @k-lionheart-art. this will also update randomly. 

hope ya’ll enjoy!   

It was a typical West Highland winter day: the cloud lay leaden on the hills like an enormous wet blanket, and rain mixed with icy sleet had been falling continuously since the night before. Around about noon, Algy perched in a sleeping cherry tree and gazed at the dull grey sky. Despite the dismal weather, the days were getting noticeably longer and the smaller birds were starting to sing from time to time. So Algy lifted up his own dripping head, took a deep, damp breath, and started to sing too…

…On, on from darkness into dawn,
From rain into the rainbow, fly with me.
Gone, gone all my grief and woe,
What matter where I go if I am free?

Beyond the blue horizon
Waits a beautiful day,
Goodbye to things that bore me,
Joy is waiting for me!
I see a new horizon,
My life has only begun,
Beyond the blue horizon
Lies a rising sun.

Algy hopes that whatever the conditions in your part of the world, you will have a happy and peaceful weekend, and will lift up your head and sing :)

[Algy is singing a very old song, Beyond the Blue Horizon, from the film Monte Carlo made almost 90 years ago, starring Jeanette MacDonald. Sadly, Algy was not able to find a video clip on YouTube (no doubt owing to copyright restrictions), but he found this audio recording from 1930.]

Tickle me

Well, that sounds dirty.

I’m feeling my will to write stirring a bit - not consistent like it was before, but in sparks and small waves, that are there but I can’t grasp them enough to carry on with any of my old fics.  

So I was wondering if you guys had like a song to suggest and maybe in due time I could give it a go, like I did with Happier, if something tickles me. It’s worth the try, even if I can’t promise to deliver.

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(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EoDNKZQfPRM)
Procelain Princess’ Palace, Aarif Lee

Down the back, but who cares, still the Louvre
—  Lorde - The Louvre
Storyteller (Philip x Reader)

Just a little idea I thought of while I was supposed to be reading a book for english. Also, I love Jordan Fisher, so he’s who I’m am picturing while writing this, but please feel free to read it as whichever person you want it to be! :) I’m sorry for all the changes between past and present tense, it’s harder for me to write in second person. :/

Prompt list//Request Something

requested: no

Warnings: angsty poems that I wrote, but ends with cute fluff

Summary: Philip has a way with words, which attracted the reader to him. His blinding brilliance leaves the reader amazed and in love. The reader thinks he doesn’t feel the same, but Philip changes that the only way he knows how-through his poetry. 

words: 3072


Originally posted by jordan-fisher

You had always been an avid reader, to say the least. You were constantly searching for a new book or story to immerse yourself in. You were also a writer, but you only wrote stories so that there would be more things for people to read.

That’s why you were drawn to Philip. He was like you, a reader and writer with so much love for the written word. He was in your creative writing class, and his works were so genuine and raw. The way he wrote drew you in, and you found yourself befriending the boy.

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Art & mental illness

I have a project and I NEED you. I want to collect creations (draws, photographies, sing’s videos, music players, dance or cinematographic projects, sculptures, writings,… Arts) from people who suffered of a mental illness. I believe that we are more creative than other people (who don’t have this type of disease). So do you want to help me ? You just have to publish your creations and tag me on it or just send it to me, and I’ll be publish it. The goal is to valorized yourself, see that you can product beautiful things, that you find a way to express your feelings and yourself… You don’t have to be considered as an “artist” for sending me your creations. We’re all doing stuff (I think), and after all, when you start to create you are becoming an artist, right ?

Ily.

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so hi i wrote another song, maybe check it out? 

anonymous asked:

Why do tumblr writers tend to be extra and conceited when I try to hit them up ?

The Robin and the Blue Jay sing different songs in the same ways writers use different pens. Do you have a specific question for me you would like to send in another ask? I can’t sing the song of another writer. Sorry.

It’s dark and every thing is beautiful
The songs they sing fill the air and
What a wonderful sight to behold
Of vast nothingness, of star-littered skies
What a wonderful sight to behold
Of nothing at all but the night
The songs that fill the air are
But songs of our past and our futures
These songs that I have never sang
Sound oddly like home on your tongue
The darkness has a way of turning the
Monsters under our beds into something
Marvelous, mystical, mysterious
And the whisper of wind that I think
Comes from outside my window
How do you know this is not the song
The monsters sing at night
Terrible things can be beautiful too
It’s dark and every thing is beautiful
Even you, my love, even you
—  pmwriteng, nocturnes: i’ve fallen short of a thousand words but darling let’s pretend this is a picture of the night