#Aimee carty

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Decided to revisit this playlist and it still holds up as one of my favourites from last year. Wrote down a few thoughts while I was listening 💙 Some songs reminded me of some guys I know lol

Grace is something I need right about now—

Hope you all have a wonderful Friday!

[lowlymusicscenarios]

DAY 2 - A song you like with a number in the title

[musics4u]

Painter by Aimee Carty, a wonderful Irish singer/songwriter

[that-one-guy-in-your-class]

4 years into highschool

I’m four years into highschool

And I’m three lifetimes behind

My friends say they feel the same way,

It doesen’t make me feel alright

Could anything make this feel alright?

Even doing all of the things that I like

Leaves me with a sour taste of unattained greatness

That stays with me all night

I wake up kinda tired

And I wake up kinda cold

And I wake up uninspired

Can’t do anything I’m told

I wish I could play by the rules,

But my reaction times too slow

So I just bonce around trying not to sit down

And pray my life unfolds

And everyone keeps telling me that I’m doing so well

I don’t think I can trust them,

Wonder wether they can tell

If i need work or I need rest

If what I’m doing is my best

I tell myself, I say out loud

One day I’ll figure it all out

I must understand

I’m still only quite young

It’s not unusual that that this path of mine has not yet quite begun

I’ve got time

I’ve got time

I’m four years into highschool

With a very tired mind

Wondering if I should accept it

Since it’s really poorly timed

I don’t know which to listen to right now

The “yes” voice or the “no”

I want to rest, have I earned it yet?

I really don’t think so

I’m only four years into highschool

And I think my life’s a mess

There’s so many things I wish to do

That I haven’t started yet

Maybe I’ll find out I’m capable

Once I’m done being scared

But right now I’ve got no fight in me

My head’s buried in the sand

Why does everybody always say that I’m doing so well?

With all the errors that I make

You’d really think that they could tell

The things I do just aren’t right

And I don’t want to sleep tonight

They said relax, I said alright

I doubt I can, I guess I’ll try

I wish I could just take it slow

No guilt, no shame

God, I don’t know

Is it right to measure myself against everybody else?

Am I the only one for whom all of this pressure hurts like hell?

I’ll try believe it when I say

It’s meant to happen in this way

I’ll be fine

I have time

I have time

That’s where I’m at 

In this cyclone

Just four years

Four years into highschool

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I've been seeing people do remakes of "2 days into collage" by Aimee Carty, so I decided to give it a try

[thunderstorm-skald]

been listening to this song two days into college by aimee carty and am thinking about writing a poem about my three attempts of college in that vein, which means. tapping into the various emotions and traumas of those first two attempts at college. and that seems rather A Lot. will keep you posted.

[charlesoberonn]

Painter > 2 days into college

[princessmeril]

I find the best artists on my Insta for you page

[myobt]

The Girl From Galway

Photo: Galway Bay FM Continue reading Untitled

[the-song-of-the-day]

July 28, 2024

Song #171

Baker by Aimee Carty

It was released on July 19, 2024

Fun Fact: Aimee Carty's song "Baker" is a poignant exploration of the journey from childhood innocence to the complexities of adulthood. The song begins with the narrator reminiscing about being a baker, a painter, a runner, and a dancer, each time receiving praise and feeling a sense of accomplishment. However, as she grows older, she encounters the harsh reality that not all efforts are met with approval, and not all talents are universally recognized. This shift from self-assuredness to self-doubt is a central theme in the song, reflecting the universal experience of growing up and facing criticism.

[the-fallen-stones]

I am bad at hiding. If you are my friend, you might recognize me. For that, I apologize.

You may call me anything you like. I enjoy and encourage nicknames. But if you need a name, Mica works.

If you would like me to write something for you, you can request it, and I will if I can. It may not be immediately. But I will try.

A warning, my descriptions can sometimes be graphic, or a little violent. It is usually metaphorical, though, don't worry.

I like both storm and calm. Chaos and comfort. I enjoy things that invoke thought, or creativity. I love hugs, snuggles, animals (especially dragons and cats), tea, fiction, and poetry.

Please do not bring up politics here. It's not that I don't care. But I've anguished myself enough over them and honestly, I need a break.

Never assume hostility! It was probably an accident. My tone comes across weird sometimes.

Tags:

#storm's eye - things that strike me, and I'd like to come back to.

#mica speaks - anything original, by me.

#mica reblogs - empty reblogs.

#mica elaborates - reblogs that are not empty.

#mica rambles - I have rambled.

#mica rhymes - my poetry.

#mika doodles - my art.

#mika's music - my favorite songs.

#mica recites - my favorite poems or stories.

#mika inquires - I ask questions.

#mika responds - I answer questions.

Credit for the image goes to @poetryforall.

My wonderful mutuals:

@kimu-dem - Keeper of comfort.

@thatrando13 - The wanderer.

@carrotsinnovember - A gentle friend.

@hersurvival - Blanket fort against thunder and snowstorms.

@caustic-splines - Writer of old love letters.

@abiethewizardduck

@randomshowerpoems - The wise wordsmith.

@poemsofanentomologist

@galaxys-universe

@literaryvein - The bright storm outside.

@same-skies

These titles can always change, as I know you better. If you'd like me to use a different one I certainly can.

Some of my favorite songs are;

One Day You Will Fly Too, by Aimee Carty,

Come Along, Does the Swallow Dream of Flying?, Egg and Soldiers, Pelicans We, Half Past Three, Run, and Linger Longer, by Cosmo Sheldrake,

Glow in the Dark by Vian Izak,

Rush of Life, My Neighbor's Car Alarm, Desire, and Rain, by Tony Ann. (Classical.)

Experience, Fly, and Eros, by Ludovico Einaudi. (Classical.)

Ilomilo by Billie Eilish,

Two, Sun, Eight, and Light by Sleeping at Last,

Big Black Car and San Luis by Gregory Alan Isakov,

Passing Through by Kaden MacKay,

The Mountain Song, Be Nobody, and Better is the End, by TopHouse,

Changing Days, Irish Eyes, I Can Never Give my Heart, and Rocket, by Rose Betts,

The Sound of Silence, by Simon and Garfunkel,

Walking in the Air, Time, Orinoco Flow, and Carol of the Bells, by Libera,

And many more.

Some of my favorite poems are;

Tug'o'War of Heartstrings, The Night Sky, Together, With a Window Between, A Heavy Wait/Weight, A Veil Not Yet There, Sharks in a Zoo, A Faustian Deal, Denial, The Voice of a Loved One, Explosions, Tribute to the Ocean, The Vast Expanse of the Ocean, Nurturing, Stalagmites in my Brain, and How Can I Put Those Boxes Away? by The Shower Poet,

Fire and Ice, and Walking by Woods on a Snowy Evening, by Robert Frost,

The Sunshine Kid, Paper People, and 59, by Harry Baker,

The Spider, by Robert P. Tristam Coffin,

Run With You, by Atlas,

A Litany, by Gregory Orr,

Landscape with a Blur of Conquerors, and Details of the Woods, by Richard Silken.

And many more.

Some of my favorite books are;

The Chronicles of Narnia, by C. S. Lewis,

Breadcrumbs, by Anne Ursu,

Ella Minnow Pea, by Mark Dunn,

Holes, Wayside School, Small Steps, and There's a Boy in the Girl's Bathroom, by Lois Sachar.

Hoot, Scat, Flush, and Chomp, by Carl Hiaasen.

Where the Mountain Meets the Moon, Starry River of the Sky, and When the Sea Turned to Silver, by Grace Lin.

And oh, so very many more.

Poems I have written;

Teach Me, Silent Serenade, Space Can Die, Weak Resolve, Boundaries Drawn, The Candle, Vacuum, One Pace, Adventure With Me, Stagnant, Workaholic, Sirens Can Cry, Dreamt of Loss, The Chalkboard, Shush, and many more to come.

Once was a girl, who would talk to herself. Stories, tales, thoughts in passing, of the past, future, of the sky and leaves, wind and breeze, of storm and calm. She longed to speak in a cadence. One to soothe. To heal. Doesn't everyone want that, to heal? To be somebody to someone, to have a voice like an anchor, eyes like a vice, that soften, that go warm like a bird's shelter?

Storm seeks calm. Calm seeks storm. They find a balance. But never, never do they stay still. She couldn't stay still. Her mind was a hurricane. And sometimes a breeze, sometimes a song to put you at ease, and sometimes, tight, coiled like a spring.

The calm wasn't who she was. Nor was she as much of the storm as she thought she was. Dear, she was a fire. She'd dim, and grow brighter. Her voice would get high when excited, she'd smile. Her embers couldn't rest. She'd smoulder. Then big stewing pots would bubble over. She'd speak in paragraphs, eyes like beacons, stumbling over words and not always making sense...

But it was beautiful. She loved, she loved deeply. She wanted to be loved, too. And she was. But when the smoke gets high, water and frost meeting that bright smile all too many times, it blurs out the hands, hearts, the words reaching, seeking...

She was silenced. Of course, the embers still burned. But the very things she stifled were the things she was beloved for. And she couldn't hear them.

But slowly, wet wood dries, my dear. You can't always cry. Time passes by. Wounds heal, scars fade, even when clouds pass over the stars. She was stronger than that.

She learned again to love. And though she had times she couldn't muster the songs, the words, the strength to hold on so tight, she began to heal.

Please, my dear, have patience. She is still healing.

Burnout is a dangerous thing. If you are stuck it never eases, never ceases. And things that brought you peace are no less, then, but grievous. It feels like Sisyphus himself is in charge of pulling you out of that rut. My dear, he can't.

The world moves so fast... I can't help but be dizzy. The facts and the future, like stones, whizzing, past my head, I bustle, I catch them, I'm busy...

The earth turns fast but not as fast as my head. Live, die. Fireflies. On my deathbed. I crave a rest, but I get anger instead. For injustice, for fury, the memories I shed...

Give my hands to the stars, fire for every digit. They fall from the sky when in darkness I fidget. Tear through the clouds, but then cry when I can't fix it. My brain is a void and...

I just.

Can't.

Bridge it.

[skeletoninthemelonland]

Welcome back! Sadly wasn't able to follow you on Twitter because I deactivated my account to come to Tumblr after Elon fired Twitter's security team. ._.

I saw your post about you going to college, and while I've never been to college (maybe not yet), I did very conveniently find an oddly relevant song that might help get you through some tough college times.

It's a song called "2 Days Into College" by Aimee Carty.

I’d link it here, but I don’t know if links work in asks. :P

Anyway, just thought I'd help with the feels a bit! =)

i was looking for this song! heard it the first time while scrolling through isntagram reels (i think someone animated over it too?) it's good, sums up the situation :'] thank you for sharing it

[ruvastuon]

Pick 3 OCs and give them each a song

Thanks for the tag, @literally-just-zay

I was planning to just do three but it was pretty fun so I just did the whole squad.

MA- Time in a bottle (Jim Croce)

Above all else, MA loves the world and wants to cherish every moment in it.

Owen- Army Dreamers (Kate Bush)

I had trouble with this one, but it fits him best because he could have been so much more if he had been given proper care.

Ember- Gasoline (Halsey)

Ember wasn't always a piromaniac, but one too many blows to the head, and one failed burning execution changed many things about her.

Bonus!

Tori-Baker (Aimee Carty)

He is quite skilled and, in his own way, very good at his job. He just works with crazy people who are better than him in their fields.

Hati- Believer (Imagine Dragons)

A core concept of Hati is his ability to change the world based on his beliefs

Billy- Gotta Be A Reason (Alec Benjamin)

The centuries have not been kind to Billy, but he has to keep moving because who else will?

No pressure tagging: @kuebiko-writing @renasdoodles @davycoquette @flurrysahin ,

@somethingclevermahogony @creatrackers

[fymo-blogs]

A stimboard of the college UConn (( they're mascot is a husky ,you can include this picture if you want ))

Yep!

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UConn College stimboard

Requested by: @mayaaskblog

Song:

[thatpokelbitch]

CHAT MY AUTISM KICKED IN AND I STARTED THE ANIMATIC.

Song: "Baker" by Aimee Carty