Ed Sheeran Angry and Breakup Songs

Ed Sheeran puts things really beautifully and lovely. On the other hand, if you mess him over, he’ll cut you with beautiful but mean lyrics. These are some of my favorite ones. Some of them aren’t all about love, some are about the music industry and stuff like that. The others are about generally dealing with a breakup. No matter what it’s about, if Ed Sheeran is just generally messed over, he’ll write a song about it and it’ll be a really amazing song.

Don’t

Favorite Lyric: “And I never saw him as a threat until you disappeared with him to have sex. It’s not like we were both on tour, we were staying at the same hotel floor. And I wasn’t looking for a promise or commitment, but it was never just fun and I thought you were different.”

You Need Me, I Don’t Need You

Favorite Lyric: “I’m not you, no that would be disastrous. Let me sing and do my thing and move to greener pastures.”

Take It Back

Favorite Lyric: “I’ve never had an enemy except the NME. But I’ll be selling twice as many copies as their magazines’ll ever be.”

UNI

Favorite Lyric: “I don’t get waves of missing you anymore, they’re more like tsunami tides in my eyes.”

Drunk

Favorite Lyric: “Take words out of my mouth just from breathing, replace with phrases like when you leaving me?”

Photograph

Favorite Lyric: “You can fit me inside the necklace you bought when you were sixteen. Next to your heartbeat where I should be.”

This

Favorite Lyric: “And I thrown it all away, watched you fall into his arms again.”

One

Favorite Lyric: “I listen to sad songs, singing about love. And where it goes wrong.”

 

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Call For Submissions

Hey lovely people!
Thank you for reading my blog. Whether it’s your first visit or your tenth, I hope you enjoy what I have to say here. My mission is simply to share my love and passion for pop culture, movies, music, and books with anyone who will read it. I’m looking for submissions for the month of March. The theme is going to be loss including: loss of loved one, pet, friends, self, and whatever else you can come up with! I decided to make this my theme because recently, my grandpa passed away. He was the nicest guy I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting and I’m grateful to have had the opportunity to have in my life at all. I’m going to continue missing him and I felt like I should write about this experience and share books, movies, and TV shows I love that explores the different kinds of loss. I want to hear your stories about loss because I’m just one person and so it’ll become repetitive if I keep sharing my own wrestle with loss. It would mean the world to me if you emailed your stories about loss. If you’d rather not send anything personal that’s okay, I’ll take any pop culture recommendations on the topic or whatever else you can come up with! There’s no particular guidelines or word count, just send me anything and everything. Send ideas or completed stories to geigergirl96@gmail.com
Thank you so much!
Rachel

Changing Friends

I’ve had a lot of experience with changing friends in my 18 years here on Earth. Some of it was ultimately for the better but it doesn’t make it easier. My hope is that hearing my personal experiences, you’ll find some peace of mind about this whole process. Maybe I’ll find some peace of mind about it too.

It’s always impressed me when I come across people who’ve kept the same friends since they were really young. For me, friends have came in went over the years. My friends I was friends with back in elementary school are no longer my friends mostly due to just going separate ways in life. There was no extreme drama, they just weren’t the right friends for me. One girl I was close friends with in kindergarten, drifted apart a few different times but became close again. We drifted apart in the fifth through the seventh grade. Somehow, we became friends again and were close in the eighth grade. We drifted apart in the ninth grade due to just not having any classes together. She was also on the soccer team and made new friends while I went my own route.

Sometimes, I do miss hanging out with this friend because we shared a lot of good times together. Like I said, it’s something that you just grow to accept as you get older. It’d be nice to have the same friends for life but unfortunately, that just isn’t the case. People grow and change and sometimes they grow in different directions. It just happens and there’s nothing anyone can do to stop it.

This personal story wasn’t all that personal since it wasn’t overly dramatic or anything. But it was something that occurred and something you just have to accept however you can. New friends come around and you’ll learn from them. If you’re able to keep the same friends for your entire life, that’s awesome. I’ve heard some people say that they’ve met their best friends for life at a young age. My mom still keeps in contact with her childhood friends and my brother still has the same group of friends that he’s had since elementary and middle school. Everyone is different so no matter which category you fall into, you just have to accept it.

What It Means To Lose A Friend

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The worst day was something that happened relatively early on in my life. It was a beautiful 9 years filled with little stress and many carefree childhood activities. I met my best friend at our babysitter’s house when I was 3 and she was 2. Sarah was adopted from China and was unfamiliar with life in America when she first arrived. I was on outgoing toddler not afraid to introduce myself to the only other child at my babysitter’s house that year. “Hi I’m Rachel, we should be friends.” was all it took and then after sharing toys, Sarah and I became best friends. 

Unfortunately, I went to preschool a year earlier than Sarah. For elementary school, we both went to different schools. Our moms knew how close our bond was and we took gymnastics, dance, and theatre lessons together. Throughout the years, Sarah was still my best friend. We made our school friends but we were sisters. Our bond consisted of tree climbing, singing, and letting our imaginations run wild. It was such an inseparable due to the innocence, freedom, and how drama free it was. 

Sarah was a free spirit who was a healthy reminder of what childhood meant. Childhood meant not being burdened by the problems that plagued our parents. It meant watching Dragon Tales together and singing and dancing along to every episode. It meant being creative as we played with our favorite dolls. One seemingly normal morning, this childhood was abruptly ended. It was 9:30 on a school day and both of my working parents were home. I was 9 years old and was confused by the odd turn of events but my parents were holding themselves together. Easing me gradually into the situation, my parents sat me down on the couch and told me that my best friend had died.

My first reaction to the news was that they were lying. How else would that explain a healthy 8 year old girl being stripped away of her life? Sarah had strep throat, a seemingly normal sickness for any child to get but this particular case went to Sarah’s blood stream and killed her.

Sarah was the reason I got into theatre. She was more outgoing and expressive than I was. I was hesitant to get involved into a theatre camp but I mostly just wanted to spend time with Sarah. I ended up getting a lead in our community theatre production. Sarah hadn’t auditioned for any community plays yet but she was more excited about my role than I was. It was tech week the day she died. The day of her funeral was a press event for the play.

I didn’t know what to do when I saw my best friend looking peaceful in a coffin at her visitation. Her mother pulled me aside and told me not to remember Sarah as she was right now. Her mom wanted me to remember her as my best friend. The one who played, swam, and loved the everyday mundane situations in life.

It will be ten years this November since Sarah has been gone. The grief I feel for the life she didn’t get the opportunity to live is still there. The only difference between these 9 and a half years is that I’ve learned to live my life. I still miss her and what it meant to have a completely innocent and playful friendship. However, I know that when I reflect on my childhood Sarah will be the fondest memory of all. Any basic activity I enjoyed at the time was amplified by having this lively girl by my side.

This was the worst day of my life. Yes, there have been many and will be many more that are just as unbearable. This day in particular was the training ground and prepared me for how random and unexpected life can be. I learned that we can’t take anything for granted. I have no clue why Sarah had to die yet I lived. I also know that thinking too deeply about these things is useless. I’ve been given this life and I know that Sarah would want me to live it. It’s the least I can do for the brown eyed girl with the shiny and sleek black hair that changed my life.
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