@daisy.johnson

[evite]

[ 31 july. 23:00. ]

i need someone to reinvent aol instant messenger so i can put angsty song lyrics as my away message.

[ were you expecting something serious? ]

Comments

@clarke.griffin

[strove]

I have a hunch that this is exactly the kind of question you're trying to avoid, but ... are you okay?

@steph.brown

[quipper]

[ they could talk about their feelings or — ]

redirect all messages to me, and i'll provide some real downers on your behalf
do you have a genre preference?

[evite]

"this is how i feel, i am cold and i am shamed"

[ unhelpful, yes. accurate? surprisingly also yes. (minus the nudity in the next line.) ]

[evite]

"i don't care, i have no luck / i don't miss it all that much
there's just so many things that i can't touch, i'm torn"

[ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ]

[quipper]

ah, sad bangers.
with a hint of romance troubles? is that happenstance or a key factor?
feel free to answer in lyrical bummers.

[evite]

i've been a bad bad girl
i've been careless with a delicate man
and it's a sad sad world
when a girl will break a boy just because she can

[ relevant next lines: "don't you tell me to deny it / i've done wrong / and i want to suffer for my sins" ]

@rey.nolo

[forcevisions]

Sometimes I feel like we're speaking different languages entirely.

[evite]

[ rey is a sweet baby bird who needs to be brought up to speed on everything that's not space ninjas. ]

let me guess, you never had the pleasure of crafting a heart-wrenching mixtape when your first boyfriend broke up with you by taking you off his myspace top 8

[forcevisions]

You lost me at:
- mixtape
- myspace
- top 8 what?

[quipper]

[ the song makes her think of tim in a wry sort of way.

oh, daisy, you got it bad. ]

well, broken things can be fixed.
even boys. course they tend to be stubborn about it.

[ @ every bat boy tbh ]

@illya.kuryakin

[kgbs]

What does this even mean? Have you hit your head?

@kara.lang

[crisised]

[ after having read a few other threads-- ]

nice touch with the 90s ladies being your examples

[strove]

So, that's a song.

[She looked it up.]

Did you go into the fire? I guess a lot of us did.

@matches.malone

[reneger]

well, life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
when you think everything's okay and everything's going right

?

or are you more of a boulevard of broken dreams kinda girl
walking a lonely road
the only one that you've ever known

@katelin.philips

[covertness]

[ that bad, huh? damn. ]

does piano man count? because i have a weakness for that song

@leo.fitz

[retravel]

How about the one that goes, "What's attempted murder between friends?"
Cracking rhythm.

[ this is a public comment so now you have to reply to him!! ]

[evite]

it didn't really seem optional at the time

[ getting a message mid-workday advising of the location of one of the mystery kidnappers had definitely not seemed like the sort of thing that would come around again. ]

you?

[evite]

[ no!!! she doesn't!!! ]

i'd quote liz phair but i blocked out most of her records
i'm not really sure i should be the one to fix it, though

[evite]

mixtape = take your favorite songs, burn them onto a cd
myspace = like facebook but way worse and with the hell of autoplay profile music
top 8 = publically rank your friends in a global passive aggressive contest

[evite]

what's wrong, comrade? never posted a sad jam to obliquely share your feelings?

[evite]

it's the only way to jam, you know?
gotta represent.

[evite]

i'm having trouble trying to sleep
i'm counting sheep but running out
as time ticks by / and still i try
no rest for crosstops in my mind

[ green day is basically 50/50 sad songs and drunk bangers. ]

[evite]

the waitress is practicing politics
as the businessmen slowly get stoned
they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
but it's better than drinking alone

[ it's sadder because... bobbi doesn't remember them all drinking in a bar to say goodbye... ]

[evite]

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[reneger]

my eyes feel like they're gonna bleed
dried up and bulging out my skull
my mouth is dry / my face is numb
fucked up and spun out in my room