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Max Bemis has tweeted me 3 times in the last 2 months.

THIS CONCERT IS GOING TO RIP MY SOUL OUT OF MY CHEST AND I AM GOING TO SING AND DANCE UNTIL NOTHING HURTS ANYMORE

MAX BEMIS RETWEETED ME .

I am so fucking sick of people telling me “Yeah, I saw Max Bemis at *place* and he played *song* so I’m a better fan” 

Uhm, excuse you. 

Say Anything isn’t a bad that you can earn cred with by going to see their shows. 
Yes, Max is incredible on stage, but his heart and soul are in his lyrics. They aren’t just catchy songs that you put on and dance to, they are a bed to lay down in when everyone else has turned their backs on you. When you get stabbed in the back by your best friend, when your first love doesn’t love you, when you meet the girl of your dreams, when you’re hungover, when you’re slinging blind hatred, when you’re finding your spirituality (or losing it), when you feel like the only way out is a noose or a razorblade or a gunshot to the head, Max has laid out a therapy bench where we can all sit together and be reassured that it is going to be okay. That no matter who you are or where you are in life, there is power in your words, no matter how useless or helpless you feel. He named an album In Defense Of The Genre just to reassure us that he’s got our backs!

So don’t you dare tell me that you’re a better fan. There are no ‘better’ fans. 
We’re all fucked up and we’re all here because we are (or were) hurt and broken. 

Take a good long listen to Admit It when you have a chance. 

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I can’t work 
There’s too many wars over seas 
There’s too much creative juice in me to focus in on that
So I’ll pace around, I’ll chat with your answering machine 
As my thoughts drift into the unclean 
I have to take a bath
You know, I know, they don’t know anything about you and me and all our kind 
Reasonless, meaningless superiority 
Slaughtered symphonies in our mind 
This college cattle call 
Ships off a hundred herds of young and wealthy work-horse mules
The teachers labeled all the dreamers fools 
“You’re not their fucking tool!” 
You and me can set them free together 
With one hand on each others, 
And the other on our weaponry,
Yeah 
You and me can set them free together 
All I need is your love 
And a revolution. 
And you, 
They fit you inside of a box 
They tie it with their proficient knots, 
To keep you in the dark 
They’re scared of your eyes ‘cause they radiate blue 
Never ever stop dreamin’ the way you do 
The future holds a fuck you for them all 
One day someday, 
I’ll make it out of this 
High school hell hole 
Fly away 
Don’t waste time being mad at everything, 
Freedom’s only a breath away 
Caps will fly up 
Signal the rifleman 
Drop your gown and jet right out 
The skies engulfed in our triumphant shouts 
Yeah shout it, shout it out 
You and me can set them free together 
With one hand on each others and the other on our weaponry yeah 
You and me can set them free together 
All I need is your love 
Let’s make love on top of broken blackboards 
I’ll slide the colored chalk around your every curve 
Our bodies warm and doused in perspiration 
I’ll dry your tears 
With torn up college applications 
Torn up college applications 
You and me can set them free together 
With one hand on each others and the other on our weaponry
You and me can set them free together 
All I need is your love 
And a revolution

I’m so lame for this, but 

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In other news, my concert ticket came in the mail today.

But when they robbed her of her infinite smile
She said, “maybe I’ll just play dead for a while”

Honestly, I was kind of living in a fantasy world when I was younger. I never wanted to grow out of it. So I decided to self-medicate and live in denial. I didn’t want to accept it. But now I am okay with it. Life may be hard, but it’s definitely worth living.

Max Bemis (via monister)

kaleidoscopicoceans:

one of my favorites.

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