I should just be my own best friend
Not fuck myself in the head with stupid men
In this galaxy, there’s a mathematical probability of three million Earth-type planets. And in all of the universe, three million million galaxies like this. And in all of that… and perhaps more, only one of each of us.
|A. WHY MY LAST RELATIONSHIP ENDED.|
|B. FAVORITE BAND.|
|C. WHO I LIKE AND WHY I LIKE THEM.|
|D. HARDEST THING I’VE EVER BEEN THROUGH.|
|E. MY BEST FRIEND.|
|F. MY FAVOURITE MOVIE.|
|G. SEXUAL ORIENTATION.|
|H. DO I SMOKE/DRINK?|
|I. HAVE ANY TATTOOS OR PIERCINGS?|
|J. WHAT I WANT TO BE WHEN I GET OLDER.|
|K. RELATIONSHIP WITH MY PARENTS.|
|L. ONE OF MY INSECURITIES.|
|M. VIRGIN OR NOT?|
|N. FAVOURITE PLACE TO SHOP AT?|
|O. MY EYE COLOUR.|
|P. WHY I HATE SCHOOL.|
|Q. RELATIONSHIP STATUS AS OF RIGHT NOW.|
|R. FAVOURITE SONG AT THE MOMENT.|
|S. A RANDOM FACT ABOUT MYSELF.|
|T. AGE I GET MISTAKEN FOR.|
|U. WHERE I WANT TO BE RIGHT NOW.|
|V. LAST TIME I CRIED.|
|W. CONCERTS I’VE BEEN TO.|
|X. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF (…)?|
|Y. DO YOU WANT TO GO TO COLLEGE.|
|Z. HOW ARE YOU?|
I DON’T KNOW WHAT I WAS EXPECTING BUT IT WASN’T THAT
I feel silly for laughing at this.
75 years ago, on this date, Billie Holiday recorded a song that Time Magazine would call song of the century: Strange Fruit, a song written about a lynching in the South.
Holiday first performed the song at Cafe Society in 1939. She said that singing it made her fearful of retaliation but, because its imagery reminded her of her father, she continued to sing the piece making it a regular part of her live performances. Because of the poignancy of the song, Josephson drew up some rules: Holiday would close with it; the waiters would stop all service in advance; the room would be in darkness except for a spotlight on Holiday’s face; and there would be no encore. During the musical introduction, Holiday would stand with her eyes closed, as if she were evoking a prayer.