i just want to meet someone beautiful.
and i don’t just mean beautiful on the outside. i don’t just mean boys.
i just want to meet someone who makes me smile. i want to make them smile. i just want it to be a good time.
and it would be really amazing if i could go back to chicago if i could meet this person.
- [Nigel is playing a soft piece on the piano]
- Marty DiBergi: It's very pretty.
- Nigel Tufnel: Yeah, I've been fooling around with it for a few months.
- Marty DiBergi: It's a bit of a departure from what you normally play.
- Nigel Tufnel: It's part of a trilogy, a musical trilogy I'm working on in D minor which is the saddest of all keys, I find. People weep instantly when they hear it, and I don't know why.
- Marty DiBergi: It's very nice.
- Nigel Tufnel: You know, just simple lines intertwining, you know, very much like - I'm really influenced by Mozart and Bach, and it's sort of in between those, really. It's like a Mach piece, really. It's sort of...
- Marty DiBergi: What do you call this?
- Nigel Tufnel: Well, this piece is called "Lick My Love Pump".
love this jacket
can i just say, when i was 17 i was convinced pete wentz was going to be my husband just because he said i was pretty cute once, and complimented my eyes. also, can i just give a shout out to the other 17 year old fantasy man of my dreams andy hurley.
i’m trying to make a tank top (black, grey or white) and i’d like to print this picture on it; its a picture of my dad’s band in the 70s and it just screams “tank top worthy”
you have a boy. hes sweet. he makes you smile. its tops.
boy says “wouldn’t it be beautiful if i could make all of the things i think about you into a song?” and you smile and blush, flattered that he would do such a thing.
you buy the boy a guitar. the boy plays song after song about your beauty, your amazing personality and the color of your eyes. hes sweet. he makes you smile. its tops.
boy says “well i have all of these songs about you, and its great but wouldn’t it be amazing if i could play everyone these songs, loud enough for them to be heard in living rooms and girls bedrooms at night?”
you buy the boy an amp. the songs get louder, he makes you smile. its tops
boy says “what if i get more guys who like to play music and we can play songs together and it will sound better!”
you find the boy a band to play with and they sound real good. he makes you smile. its tops.
boy says “i wish we could play these songs across the country, you know so that girls and boys all over the country could hear about your beauty”
you help the boy and his band get a van, and he sets off across the country. he makes you smile. its tops.
boy says “i wish i had a laptop so that we could video chat and i could see how beautiful and amazing you are while i’m touring the country”
you buy the boy a laptop. he makes you smile. its tops.
boy stops asking for things. the late night phone calls where he tells you how much he loves you stop. its been weeks since he made you smile.
one day boy comes clean. “i don’t need you anymore” says boy “i have everything i need. there’s girls more beautiful than you in the world”
you’re crushed. you cant seem to smile. you cry. its over. how can it be over. after everything you’ve done.
it doesn’t matter. its over.
so i’m thinking its time for me to get out of my comfort zone and start dating.. or at least trying to meet someone.
i mean lets face it, i’m not going to meet my norman reedus/jack white/seth macfarlane/alexander skarsgard
i mean cameron leahy if i don’t get off my fucking couch.
i have to admit its extremely difficult to put myself out there at all, especially when practically all i ever do is compare myself to others and critique myself. I can blame it on the fact that I’ve had a lot of terrible relationships, both romantic and friendly, or I can face facts and admit I’m not the most beautiful girl in the world, but I need to push myself to do something.
this is the toughest thing ive ever done.