the thought of her producers in the studio, head in their hands, at a complete loss for how to turn britney's croaks into something remotely resembling a vocal track
I was always an unusual girl
My mother told me that I had a chameleon soul
No moral compass pointing me due north
No fixed personality
Just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and wavering as the ocean
'im not like OTHER girls u know xD... u could say im unique '
the thought of her producers in the studio, head in their hands, at a complete loss for how to turn britney's croaks into something remotely resembling a vocal track
Same could be said about a director trying to salvage Beyonce's acting
the thought of her producers in the studio, head in their hands, at a complete loss for how to turn britney's croaks into something remotely resembling a vocal track
"The single has been a nightmare for everybody involved,"
This quote SENT me
Their struggle, I imagine the producer locking himself up in the studio for months tryna doctor her feline squeals
I was always an unusual girl
My mother told me that I had a chameleon soul
No moral compass pointing me due north
No fixed personality
Just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and wavering as the ocean
'im not like OTHER girls u know xD... u could say im unique '
only someone who belongs to the fanbase with the low SAT scores would get this from that.
I was always an unusual girl
My mother told me that I had a chameleon soul
No moral compass pointing me due north
No fixed personality
Just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and wavering as the ocean
'im not like OTHER girls u know xD... u could say im unique '
I think— I think when it’s all over, it just comes back in flashes, you know? It’s like a kaleidoscope of memories, but it just all comes back. But he never does. I think part of me knew the second I saw him that this would happen. It’s not really anything he said, or anything he did. It was the feeling that came along with it. And.. crazy thing is, I don’t know if I’m ever gonna feel that way again. But I don’t know if I should. I knew his world moved too fast and burned too bright. But I just thought, how can the devil be pulling you towards someone who looks.. so much like an angel when he smiles at you? Maybe he knew that, when he saw me. I guess I just lost my balance. I think that the worst part of it all wasn’t losing him, it was losing me.
I was in the winter of my life - and the men I met along the road were my only summer. At night I fell asleep with visions of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them. Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times. I was a singer, not a very popular one, who once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet - but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again - sparkling and broken. But I didn’t really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it to know about what freedom is.
When I look back on my life
It's not that I don't want to see things exactly as they happened
It's just that I prefer to remember them in an artistic way
And truthfully the lie of it all is much more honest because
I invented it
Clinical psychology tells us arguably that trauma is the ultimate killer
Memories are not recycled like atoms and particles in quantum physics
They can be lost forever
It's sort of like my past is an unfinished painting
And as the artist of that painting
I must fill in all the ugly holes
And make it beautiful again
It's not that I've been dishonest
It's just that I loathe reality
xD... u could say im unique 
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