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“It is an art of the most exquisite kind to touch someone’s soul before touching their skin.”

— a.y.

So I made an Asrian playlist. It is very 80′s-licious with a dash of 70′s.  I hope it is sufficiently Extra and Dramatique™.

Careless Whisper .//. George Michael

Love Kills .//. Vinnie Vincent Invasion

As The World Falls Down .//. David Bowie

Total Eclipse of The Heart .//. Bonnie Tyler

Don’t You Want Me .//. The Human League

Every Breath You Take .//. The Police

Too Much Heaven .//. Bee Gees

Right Here Waiting .//. Richard Marx

Heat Of The Moment .//. Asia

Break Your Promise .//. The Delfonics

Hungry Like The Wolf .//. Duran Duran

Baby Come Back .//. Player

Hello .//. Lionel Richie

Starting All Over Again .//. Mel & Tim

Time After Time .//. Cyndi Lauper

Hopelessly Devoted To You .//. Olivia Newton-John

Suedehead .//. Morrissey

Take Me Home Tonight .//. Eddie Money

Who Can it Be Now? .//. Men At Work

Don’t You (Forget About Me) .//. Simple Minds

On Spotify.

i love analysing poems as much as the next guy, but sometimes i wonder - why can’t we just enjoy them? why can’t we simply read and see and feel what the author wanted, instead of dissecting every single word? poetry is an affair between you and the writer - let it be simple to appreciate too

method man + ol’ dirty bastard by sue kwon. staten island, new york. 1995.

only thing I’m really committed to right now is bettering myself

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“I walk around the school hallways and look at the people. I look at the teachers and wonder why they’re here. If they like their jobs. Or us. And I wonder how smart they were when they were fifteen. Not in a mean way. In a curious way. It’s like looking at all the students and wondering who’s had their heart broken that day, and how they are able to cope with having three quizzes and a book report due on top of that. Or wondering who did the heart breaking. And wondering why.”

— Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

You Got Served (2004)