Already answered but I have a new one today: 😢

Tumbled out of bed and stumbled to the kitchen, Poured myself a cup of ambition.

UH!

Killing in the name by rage against the machine

I really wish my cactus never died

Artist: Knapsack Can’t remember the song name right now

It’s the opening lyric to the song, and I just think it’s a great way to illustrate depression, and wanting with every fibre of your being to do something but being unable to. Cactuses are one of the easiest plants to take care of, so wanting to keep it alive but having it die just shows how helpless it can get

“Together we’ll find your monster soul.”

Motherfucker, I’m resourceful, resilient. I power through the waves of disappointment. Maybe not quite thriving but I’m buoyant. I am at peace these days (give or take a fit of blinding rage).

Propagandhi

Lies are a funny thing

They slip through your fingertips because they never happened to you.

I Sat By the Ocean by Queens of the Stone Age.

Well, I lived with one Well, I lived with one, I lived with two, I even lived with a third I wanna tell you about number one He was a miserable shitwringing turd Like he reminded me of some evil gnome Shaking hands was like shaking a hot, fat, oily bone Holding on for far too long Yes he took me in, he took me in He said that I looked pale and thin I told him he looked fat His lips were red and licking wet His house was roasting hot In fact it was a fucking slum Scum! Scum! Well then he hooked up with some slut from the same game Black snow! Black snow! Cocksuckstress, and I should know Mean and vicious, her microphone always smelled suspicious His and herpes bath towel type If you know what I mean I could not look at him, worm He’d be taking a shower and who should walk in He was the epitome of their type Her middle name was Welcome, his was Wipe Scum! Scum! Well you’re on the shit list Thrust and twist, twist and screw You gave me a bad review And maybe you think that it’s all just water under the bridge Well my un-friend, I’m the type that holds a grudge I’m your creator I think you fucking traitor, chronic masturbator, Shitlicker, user, self-abuser, jigger jigger! What rock did you crawl from? Which, did you come? You Judas, Brutus, Vitus, Scum! Hey four-eyes, come That’s right, it’s a gun Face is bubble, blood, and, street Snowman with six holes clean into his fat fuckin guts Psychotic drama mounts Guts well deep then a spring is fount I unload into his eyes Blood springs Dead snow Blue skies

Driving every mile inside a paper mache lion

Going home is sort of hopeless

From Food by Radiation City.

It me

WHY DO THEY ALWAYS SEND THE POOR‽

“No, his mind is not for rent

To any god or government,

Always hopeful yet discontent,

He knows changes aren’t permanent,

But change is.”

Rush - Tom Sawyer

"Sexual violence doesn’t start and end with rape

It starts in our books and behind our school gates

Men are scared women will laugh in their face

Whereas women are scared it’s their lives men will take"

Idles - Mother

I cried the first time I heard this song.

“I walk a lonely road, the only road that i have ever known”

Did you ever wonder why we had to run run for shelter when the promise of a brave new world unfurled beneath the clear blue sky?

Can’t believe how strange it is to be anything at all.

Neutral Milk Hotel - In an aeroplane over the sea

And then one day you find ten years have got behind you. No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

Time - Pink Floyd