feelgoodrevolution:

I felt really weird reading it…. Like it somehow was real and I was being a creep by reading it. Anyway, its fiction and it’s kinda funny. 

intothecavernsoftomorrow:

I am such a bad writer it’s embarrassing

why can’t I have Conor Oberst or Jane Austen or George Orwell or John Green or Thomas Hardy poeticalness, like really 

If I read something that I wrote as the reader I would shred and burn it

Same here…
I’m in the middle of reading The Fault in Our Stars. Why is it so good? T.T

(Capo 4th fret)

D               F#
Hold on tight beginners mind,
   Bm                 A
The wheel is spinning too
Em                    A
Fast to make your move
    F#              Bm
The worst must be assumed
   D                  F#  
Oh how they'll try to pull and pry 
Bm                 A
Away what you know now
Em                   A
Beat and beat it out 
        F#                        Bm
Leave a drum that makes no sound
  G              F#             Em                    A
A snuff film on a Jumbo-tron for all the world to see

  Em              A
A cocktail napkin epitaph
     D            Bm          
Some psychobabble telegram
 Em                    A
Message written in the sand
   D             Bm
The tide rolls in
Em                  A
Swear you'll do the opposite
   D                 Bm
Of all those tangled hypocrites
    Em             A            D                  
Who say that the experiment has failed
Bm
Don't go there
G
You're getting nowhere
A
You're getting nowhere

D                F#
Stay a while my inner child
    Bm                 A
I'd like to learn your trick
Em                      A       
Know what makes you tick

F#                     Bm
Nurse you when you're sick
   D                   F#
Oh how you've grown so cynical
     Bm                       A
Hard lines carved in your face
    Em                A
The sunshine so cliché 
          F#       Bm 
Just like love and pain
    G                     F#                          Em                 A                   
You tried your best on the Rorschach test but there's just nothing to see

     Em            A   
Heard terabytes of perfect pitch
     D                 Bm
Some universal elegance
Em                        A 
Stack the seventh and the fifth
 D            Bm
Along the grid
Em                      A
Swear you’ll be the opposite
   D               Bm
Of all the stilted hypocrites
    Em                 A           D     Bm                    
You know what made you infamous to them, don't you?
G 
You keep starting over
A
You keep starting over
F#
You keep starting over
Bm
You keep starting over
G
Keep starting over
A
Keep starting over

D               F#
Hold on tight beginners mind
      Bm              A 
The currents far too strong
        Em              A
It will carry you along
            F#                 Bm
Till you're just like everyone

D               F#
Stay a while my inner child
    Bm                A
I'd like to learn your trick
Em                      A       
Know what makes you tick
F#                     Bm
Nurse you when you're sick


G F# Em A

D                                         A
There is a man holding a megaphone, so he must have been the voice of God.
           D7                                  G
The bystanders claimed they saw angels flying up and down the block.
                     Gm(300230)
Well, they must have been attached to wires. I saw one laying in
    Bm             A
the lawn  with a broken arm,
           A                     D                             A
so I called 911. So that is one less founded opinion. One more cause for a dispute.
        D7                                   G
So the street filled, like a basin, up with cameras and their crews
         Gm                              Bm                                A
and they washed away the rumors leaving just the concrete truth. It was a spectacle.
             A                  D                           A
No, I mean a miracle. So then I fell like that girl from a balance beam.
     D7                        G                               Gm
A gymnasium of eyes were all holding on to me. I lifted one foot to cross the other
       Bm                             A                               A
and I felt myself slipping. It was a small mistake. Sometimes that is all it takes.
Bm                         G                               A
   Now I'm staring at my wrist, hoping that the timing is right. When the
        D
planes will align.
                            G                             Gm
There will be no planets to align. Just the carcass of the sun
                          Gm
and those little painted marbles spinning senseless through an endless black sky.

D              D             D            D


             D                            A
It was in a foreign hotel's bathtub I baptized myself in change.
    D7                               G
And one by one I drowned all of the people I had been.
    Gm                               Bm                              A
I emerged to find the parallels were fewer. I was cleansed. I looked in the mirror
            A                               D
and someone new was there. Still, I was as helpless as a chess piece
                 A                           D7
when I was lifted up by someone's hand and delivered from the corner my
     G
enemies had got me in.
       Gm                          Bm                            A
But in all of my salvation I still felt imprisoned inside that holding cell
        A
that is myself.
      D                          A                 D7
So I wait for the day when I'll hear the key as it turns in the lock
        G
and the guard will say to me, "Oh my patient prisoner you have waited for
               Bm
this day
                     A                         A
and finally you are free! You are free! You are freezing."
Bm                         G                      A
  Now I'm staring at the sun, waiting for it to explode. Because a day is
       D
gonna come,
                            G                                     Gm
don't know when but it will come and then we will finally know the way out of here.

Gm
And I will throw away this wrinkled map and my chart of stars and compass, cracked.
And I'll climb that tree all wet with sap to avoid the hungry beasts below.
I'll cut out my love's tongue and sing of a graveyard gray and a garden green and
then we won't have to worry no more. No we won't ever worry again about how this song
or story ends about how this song and story will end.

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