"music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent" ― victor hugo

• bad habit, the dresden dolls | and you might say it's self-indulgent and you might say it's self-destructive, but, you see, it's more productive than if i were to be happy.
• breezeblocks, alt-j | she may contain the urge to run away but hold her down with soggy clothes and breezeblocks.
• creep, radiohead | i don't care if it hurts i want to have control i want a perfect body i want a perfect soul.
• forests and sands, camera obscura | it feels like none of this is real, i pretend that my heart and my head are well, but if the blood pumping through my veins could freeze like a river in toronto, then i'd be pleased.
• girl anachronism, the dresden dolls | you can tell from the state of my room that they let me out too soon and the pills that i ate came a couple years too late and i've got some issues to work through (honestly this entire song is about me)
• hey jupiter, tori amos | thought i knew myself so well, all the dolls i had, took my leather off the shelf your apocalypse was fab for a girl who couldn't choose between the shower or the bath.
• part heart, kate nash | a part of me is living and a part of me is dead and the part of my heart you used to love, it fled.
• delilah, the dresden dolls | in this same bar where you slammed down your hand and said "Amanda, i'm in love". no you're not you're just a sucker for the ones who use you and it doesn't matter what i say or do the stupid bastard's gonna have his way with you.
• first orgasm, the dresden dolls | i am too busy to have friends, a lover would just complicate my plans, so i will never look for love again i'm taking matters into my own hands... i think i could last at least a week without someone to hold me, won't you hold me?
• alas, i cannot swim, laura marling | there's a life across the river that was meant for me, instead i live my life in constant misery, there's a life across the river, but alas, i cannot sim.
• so good at being in trouble, unknown mortal orchestra | so good at being in trouble, so bad at being in love