Best of 2011: 5 Great Albums To Write To

The year is almost over, guys. That being said - I thought it would be great to say goodbye to 2011 by posting five songs from the five great albums that I listen to when writing.

1.) Little Hell by City and Colour

Dallas Green is a Canadian singer who I absolutely ADORE. If you haven't heard of him before today, you should definitely check listen to a couple of the songs on the album. His voice is so beautiful and refreshing and...it's filled with equal amounts of hope, sadness, and truth. Beautiful.

I've got a sickness pounding in my head
I'm at the mercy of the ghosts

2.) Lover Boy by Brett Dennen

Some people compare this guy to Bob Dylan. I don't listen to much Bob Dylan, but despite Brett Dennen's boyish looks, he has a mature sounding voice with deep, powerful lyrics to match.

Like a southbound train
Here's a song for leaving
Don't you know the pain
It's a part of the healing

3.) All at Once by The Airborne Toxic Event

If you're looking to write a story about angst and rebellion, then you need to listen to this album seriously. There's something electrifying about it. It's like the match that started the fire, you know?

Stuck here with these people
Wide awake, the crush of bodies in one space
I feel your heart breath on my tongue
I wonder where you've gone

4.) Ceremonials by Florence + the Machine

I can't explain how much I LOVE Florence + the Machine. Really, I think it's safe to say that EVERY writer (who has great taste in music) listens to Florence. The lyrics are breathtakingly, hauntingly beautiful and each song tells a story.

And the only solution was to stand and fight,
And my body was loosing all the sattelites,
But you came over me like some holy life,
And I know the whole story,
You're the only light

5.) Mylo Xyloto by Coldplay & 21 by Adele

I couldn't possibly choose what album I wanted to be the fifth greatest album to write to in 2011, I decided to post both songs from two AMAZING albums from a band that I love with all my heart and a singer who takes my breath away.

When she was just a girl,
She expected the world,
But it flew away from her reach,
So she ran away in her sleep

Under haunted skies I see you
Where love is lost, your ghost is found
I've lived a hundred storms to leave you
As hard as you try, no I will never be knocked down

Thanks for reading! I might do more of these Best of 2011 posts if I can think of another topic to cover. What music/albums in 2o11 did you like that you wrote to? Tell me in the comments! <3

i couldn't resist....

So these might be extremely corny but I couldn't help myself.

So...yeah. These were corny but I hope they at least put a smile on your face? I mean it's RYAN GOSLING? Or maybe he's not your cup of tea. In that case...I'm sorry but really? How can you not like him? He's so...dreamy.

If you are confused about the whole 'Hey Girl' thing...I invite you to check this out. It's one of my favorite Tumblr blogs and it puts a smile on my face. But yeah...hopefully next time I have something better to blog about.

Until then, thanks for reading! <3

Teaser Tuesday

I know I haven't been posting...a lot. Sorry guys! Life has been super busy. Senior year has been hectic and I'm waiting to hear back from a few colleges that I applied to so...yeah. Since it's Teaser Tuesday, I decided to post a short story I just wrote. It sucks and it's really sappy but it's the first thing (besides essays for school and college) that I have written in a long LONG time.

I hope it doesn't suck too bad. :)


Time was always moving. He never stood still. In all the years I’ve known him – I don’t think he ever stopped to “smell the roses”. Even his kisses were frantic, rushed. Part of me just wanted him to hold me for longer than a second, to press his lips against mine for more than a minute or two. I doubted that would ever happen. Time was always in a hurry and now that I think about it – he had every right to be.
The doctors said that he only had a few more weeks to live. Maybe even less than that. Either way, every second of his short life was important to him. He wanted to see and do everything before he died.

“You should just let me drive,” Time muttered, sighing.
“We’ll get there,” I said, biting my lip. It took all I had not to start crying. The tears were there, waiting for their chance to fall, but I refused to give them that chance. Time didn’t need to be mourned while he was still alive. I was going to miss seeing him, his naturally unkempt hair, the connect-the-dot freckles that were scattered across his face, the bottle-glass blue of his eyes. Everything. He was once just the boy next door, the boy who used to eat dirt and chase girls with worms. Now he was so much more than that. He still lived next door but he wasn’t just a boy. He was my boy. I loved him.
I never got a chance to tell him that though. I didn’t know how. I just assumed that love was understood, like you could just look at someone and they would know how you felt. But I couldn’t rely on my eyes to say everything that I wanted Time to know before he died. He might misinterpret what they were trying to say.
I never wanted to be one of those girls. You know the ones that say they can’t live without their boyfriends; the ones who spend every second, minute, hour of the day thinking about them. But I can’t help it. I can’t help but to think about when he’ll die and if someone will be there, holding his hand. I reach over and link our hands together. To my surprise, he doesn’t pull away.
“Time…” I breathed.
“I know,” he said. “I know.”

I don’t recognize him anymore.
His lips still feel the same. His eyes are still the same color and shape but there’s something missing. Life. Time is still living and breathing, walking and talking but there is no life in the way that he lives, breathes, walks and talks. Everything about him just seems so: dead. His voice is hollow. His eyes are empty. His steps are slow and calculating. His breath is labored.
“Jamie…” he started.
“Why don’t you kiss me anymore?”
“I’m dying.”
“I know that, Time. But I…”
“I think we should start seeing other people.” He turned his head a little. The wind blew a few strands of hair into his eyes. I wanted to see his eyes.
“I don’t understand.”
When he looked at me again, his eyes were red and cloudy with a chance of rain. It was raining. One by one, teardrops began to trickle down his face. “What is there to understand, Jamie? I won’t be here in a few days. Hell, I might even die tomorrow or in a few minutes. The point is…you don’t need to see me like this. You don’t have to watch me die.”
I shook my head, not believing the words that were coming out of his mouth, even though I felt them in my soul. “I want to watch you live, Time. Don’t you get that?”
For once, in what seemed like forever, Time stood still. “You deserve to be with someone who can live long enough to love you.”
Even though I knew he would try to push me away, I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close, savoring the smell of his clothes, the smell of him.
“I know,” he whispered. “I know.”

Thanks for reading! <3