Fayre Meira. The Pseudonym.
I write about anything that struck a chord with my mind, so here you'll find my vague observant musings about life, people and books; reviews of dance-compelling music by awesome wicked bands; various imponderable subjects of questionable meanings; my lyrics; my poems and other stuffing.
Everything you read is mine unless I credit otherwise :)
I occasionally re-blog posts which takes my fancy.
Some snippets of me:
I recently turned 25.
My natural accent is british, so my posts will usually give off that vibe.
I believe in God.
I drink one cup of coffee a day.
I believe in true love and soul-mates.
I always order ginger-ale when I'm flying because I'm not able to get it at home.
I don't think Stephanie Meyer can write, and Stephen King agrees with me.
Lover of roller-coasters. The one in Blackpool, UK, rocks.
I studied law. So please don't take my stuff without proper credit because I will get to you.
I'm always thinking so don't be surprised if you find me staring off into space sometimes.
The Harry Potter novels are so much more than just children's books. If I ever am able to publish novels and be like J.K. Rowling, I think I'll quit law altogether.
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“She went for walks in the park and in the woods that joined the park, and enjoyed the solitude and mystery, kicked the brown leaves of autumn and...”
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Ev’ry day I’m trollin’
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Perfect is not when two people are together |
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“If you found yourself sitting at the poker table opposite Amarillo Slim, you were wisest not to say one word.”— The showmanship of Thomas “Amarillo...
Goyte performing “somebody that I used to know” with Kimbra. So so gorgeous.
“…You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness
Like resignation to the end, always the end
So when we found that we could not make sense
Well you said that we would still be friends
But I’ll admit that I was glad it was over
But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don’t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and I feel so rough
No you didn’t have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don’t need that though
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know…”
HOT DAMN. “Civilization” by JUSTICE.
“Fire” by The Midway State.
This song makes me want to jump and twirl around.
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Equestrian - U.S. Royalty
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Quiet Little Voices - We Were Promised Jetpacks
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Your Bruise - Death Cab For Cutie
It’s a backwards attraction to your forward eyes
But you’re so far-sighted that you can’t place trust in what or who you recognize.
I think your bruise was understated, ‘cause you can’t feel this anymore
It’s getting bluer and you can’t keep faking that you can’t feel this anymore.
I need to get this out: this band is…LEGENDARY.
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“No language” by OWEN off the album Ghost Town
I guess I’m still angry
I’m still punching walls that look like you
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There are consequences for inactions, too
No common words
No language
I’ve no way to curse you and your burnt skin
I’m still seeing red
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If even half of it’s true, then I’m not surprised that you’ve been kicking yourself to sleep.
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Why Aren’t I Home - Athletics
No safe place to exist, but to pretend we never did.
As the cold crawls and twists into the nakedness beneath my skin
Cutting me open and dry
I drink all your jacks and gins
- the only water I can take in
the only subsidy my broken vessels tolerate
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Too many battles have this body waged
War cries and rations to drunkenly survive
on the choicest and most precious of hope
but refuse and reject I continue to
to stigmatize in kaleidoscopic colors
what we once loved to create
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They said we were the symmetry
they said, they said
so many lovely things
so many lovely now ugly
so ugly
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and I can’t look at you now
each scrape of vision my lids catch
are blinding yellow pinpricks
that’s how bright you are
my everlasting star
Pandora
in false utopia
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- written today in the school library.
(via teachingliteracy)
…If I couldn’t sleep could you sleep
Could you paint me better off
Could you sympathize with my needs
I know you think I need a lot
I started out clean but I’m jaded
Just phoning it in
Just breaking the skin
Can you help me I’m bent
I’m so scared that I’ll never
Get put back together
You’re breaking me in
And this is how we will end
With you and me bent…
“Bent” by Matchbox Twenty - to this day remains one of my favourite songs.
Q: What advice would you offer to young aspiring writers, who long to live a success story like your own?
—Roth: One piece of advice I have is: Want something else more than success. Success is a lovely thing, but your desire to say something, your worth, and your identity shouldn’t rely on it, because it’s not guaranteed and it’s not permanent and it’s not sufficient. So work hard, fall in love with the writing—the characters, the story, the words, the themes—and make sure that you are who you are regardless of your life circumstances. That way, when the good things come, they don’t warp you, and when the bad things hit you, you don’t fall apart.
