I am a boy who only loves to write music. Have some.
Here I also put my writings mostly. Things I jot down for attention.

only music nomz  
Ask me ALMOST anything


Hiding among civilians by Richard Seymour

Hamas, they tell us, is cowardly and cynical. 

Hiding among civilians.

They hid at the el-Wafa hospital. They hid at the beach, where children played football. They hid at the yard of 75 year old Muhammad Hamad. They hid among the residential quarters of Shujaya. They hid in the home of the poet, Othman Hussein. They hid in the thousands of houses damaged or destroyed. They hid in 84 schools and 23 medical facilities.  They hid in a cafe, where Gazans were watching the World Cup. They hid in the ambulances trying to retrieve the injured.

Masters of disguise, they hid so well that no one ever found them.  They hid themselves in a young woman in pink household slippers, sprawled on the pavement, taken down while fleeing.  They hid themselves in the little boy whose parts were carried away by his father in a plastic shopping bag.  They hid themselves in an elderly woman, lying in a pool of blood on a stone floor.

Hamas, they tell us, is cowardly and cynical.


sometimes u get three songs stuck in your head at the same time. 

This girl has such an amazing voice. Everyone adore her. Now.

The biggest thief of life


We waste so many days waiting for weekend. So many nights wanting morning. Our lust for future comfort is the biggest thief of life.

— Unknown

I am the “Unknown” who wrote this. 

(Source: joshuaglenn)

Boys stop believing in hell once they have their first kiss.

Girls would too if boys were better kissers.

Joshua Glenn Clark

This One's About Being Sad 


One time I spent more than three years growing up with a boy who makes the kind of music that girls like me only aspire to make. The songs you wish were written for you. And about you. Even if they break your heart.

A lot of time has passed since I told him that no matter what happened between the two of us I was going to share his music because that’s how much I loved it. Even if we stopped growing up together. I am glad that I can still call him a friend without even bluffing. And it’s about damn time I tell everyone to go listen to this stuff.



Scratch recordings

"That’s right you’ll never know, so you can’t be mean all the time."



n. [Brit. wallesia] a condition characterized by scanning faces in a crowd looking for a specific person who would have no reason to be there, which is your brain’s way of checking to see whether they’re still in your life, subconsciously patting its emotional pockets before it leaves for the day.

"Her" is a crazy mind game.

Thank guys! This is so humbling! (That sounds so trite)

"I’m not sure there’s anything thats important to life that can’t be summed up in the confusion and wonder that a child accustomed only to a big wheel looks on a unicycle with."

May the odds be ever in your favor.

Maybe everything is perfect.

As a boy I was always bad at looking at the animals. Either I could touch and pet and ride them and they would be mine, or I would decide they were the ugliest creature not worthy of my time. As I aged I became the same way with people.
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