Some Nights Tumblr Version.
Based off this post.
Lyrics:
Some nights, I stay up staring at my laptop
Some nights, I don’t sleep at all
Some nights, I ‘m glad that my dash is never ending
Some nights, I wish I could log off
But I still stay up, I still read your posts
Oh Lord, I’m still not sure why I’m awake at four
What do I scroll for? What do I scroll for?
Most nights, I don’t know anymore…
Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa oh oh
Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa oh oh
This is it, these are ship wars
What are we fighting for?
Why don’t we read fanfic already?
I was never one to sleep at night - save that for those who have a life
Post twice as much and get half as many likes, but here feels come again
To stay for a while
But that’s alright; I blog from in my bed tonight
I blog because I’m wonderin’ just who I, who I, who I am
Oh, who am I? mmm… I have no life
Well, some nights, I wish that my dash would end
‘Cause I could use some friends for a change
And some nights, I’m scared I’ll hit post limit again
Some nights, I always hit, I always hit…
But I still stay up, I still read your posts
Oh Lord, I’m still not sure why I’m awake at four
What do I scroll for? What do I scroll for?
Most nights, I don’t know…
So this is it? I sold my soul for this?
Left my social life for this? Or do I have no friends because of this?
(/awkward pause where I didn’t know what to write/)
So log on.
Log on.
Log on,
OH LOG ON!
Well, that is it guys, that is all, scroll twelve pages down and I’m bored again
Ten years of this, and only bloggers understand
I’m not sticking ‘round with my folks downstairs; Sorry to leave, mom, I had ship pairs
I’m going to be forever alone, all dried up from my laptop brightness
My heart is breaking for my OTP and the con that they call “love”
‘Cuz when they look into each other’s eyes…
Man, you wouldn’t believe the most amazing things that can come from…
Some terrible writers…ahhh…Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh oh
Oh whoa, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh oh
The other night, you wouldn’t believe the fic I just read about my OTP
I wish it would update already
I wish you’d tag all of your stuff, man.
Why won’t you tag all of your stuff, man? oh…
I’m never logging off
Why would I ever log off Tumblr… oh …
Oh, oh whoa, oh whoa, oh.
THIS IS THE TUMBLR ANTHEM
IF YOU DO NOT REBLOG THIS YOU MIGHT AS WELL LOG OFF AND OR SHUT DOWN YOUR BLOG BECAUSE ALL OF TUMBLR HAS REJECTED YOU.
this is just too me i can’t not reblog it
May 2013
15 posts
Some Nights Tumblr Version
Caitlin
“1. There is a limit to our life, but to knowledge there is no limit. With what is limited to pursue after what is unlimited is a perilous thing; and when, knowing this, we still seek the increase of our knowledge, the peril cannot be averted. There should not be the practice of what is good with any thought of the fame (which it will bring), nor of what is evil with any approximation to the punishment (which it will incur):— an accordance with the Central Element (of our nature) is the regular way to preserve the body, to maintain the life, to nourish our parents, and to complete our term of years.”
—The Writings of Chuang Tzu
Amat Victoria Curam
“Victory Loves Preparation”
“Give me the fruitful error any time, full of seeds, bursting with its own corrections. You can keep your sterile truth for yourself.”
—Vilfredo Pareto (via heartbloodspirit)
“I feel as though I have lived many lives, experienced the heights and depths of each and like the waves of the ocean, never known rest. Throughout the years, I looked always for the unusual, for the wonderful, for the mysteries at the heart of life.”
—Leni Riefenstahl (via heartmindawakening)
Sometimes it’s enough to know that through it all you have kept going. You have survived.
“One interesting thing about the voters who think Benghazi is the biggest political scandal in American history is that 39% of them don’t actually know where it is. 10% think it’s in Egypt, 9% in Iran, 6% in Cuba, 5% in Syria, 4% in Iraq, and 1% each in North Korea and Liberia with 4% not willing to venture a guess.”
—
Public Policy Polling. Voters trust Clinton over GOP on Benghazi
Via War in Context. Republicans are mad about Benghazi — wherever it is
(via protoslacker)Ridiculous old white men avoiding the real issues again
January 2013
18 posts
single space
sitting home sick, wondering what life would be like if I wasn‘t doing laundry for three.. two teenagers, why do tenage girls hate their mothers..people tell me it will get better„,i always say that it doesn‘t help me now. Wouldn‘t it be nice to arrange the furniture and know it would be in the same place when I got home , in the home I pay the mortgage on. I miss my 20something days when I wasn‘t to tired to clean and feel good about my space. and planned going out with mystical care. I don‘t even look good in make up anymore. Guys haven‘t done a double take when I enter a room in years. The feeling I have is boredom…my life is empty.
