fasfa

pinkliliess:

fairybubbles:

titrea:

snooozeee
i love this. simply because of its simplicity. she has got a baggy serene white t-shirt on with classic p-j shorts on, and a pillow that her grandma probably gave to her. imagine. in her perspective. she was up all night last night with her grandma drinking too much tea and just small gossiping, outside, counting the stars instead of sheep. she was away from everyone, just with her grandma, the one she loves the most. she doesn’t care about her looks or anything. her perfect little eyes started getting droopy as it was very very late. her grandma goes inside. comes back with a pillow. and says “this pillow, looks so simple but do you know what? i believe that this pillow was for you. you are the girl who wore vintage denim, who is a fence sitter, who talks to much. who would rather a jog than walk. you dont think people notice you. i always see you looking absent-mindedly into space. You have the memory of a sieve. You’ll have a shower when you look at your feet and notice that they are dirty. when you were a child no matter how many years went past, you never grew up, and you still believe wonderland exsists. So fall into wonderland with this pillow.” she smiles, and softly whispers i love you. she goes a bit furter into the back yard and climbs onto the hammock and she drifted into her wonderland.idek i just like this photo

^^^^^^

or maybe she just grabbed a pillow from inside, put her camera on timer and took a picture pretending to be asleepbut yeah, either one

fairybubbles:

titrea:

snooozeee

i love this. simply because of its simplicity. she has got a baggy serene white t-shirt on with classic p-j shorts on, and a pillow that her grandma probably gave to her. imagine. in her perspective. she was up all night last night with her grandma drinking too much tea and just small gossiping, outside, counting the stars instead of sheep. she was away from everyone, just with her grandma, the one she loves the most. she doesn’t care about her looks or anything. her perfect little eyes started getting droopy as it was very very late. her grandma goes inside. comes back with a pillow. and says “this pillow, looks so simple but do you know what? i believe that this pillow was for you. you are the girl who wore vintage denim, who is a fence sitter, who talks to much. who would rather a jog than walk. you dont think people notice you. i always see you looking absent-mindedly into space. You have the memory of a sieve. You’ll have a shower when you look at your feet and notice that they are dirty. when you were a child no matter how many years went past, you never grew up, and you still believe wonderland exsists. So fall into wonderland with this pillow.” she smiles, and softly whispers i love you. she goes a bit furter into the back yard and climbs onto the hammock and she drifted into her wonderland.

idek i just like this photo

^^^^^^

or maybe she just grabbed a pillow from inside, put her camera on timer and took a picture pretending to be asleep
but yeah, either one

(via proctalgia)

Source: hushes-and-whispers

Music Problems: Hey, musicians.

celloproblems:

You are not a number.

You are not the number of your chair.

You are not the number of years you’ve been playing.

You are not a score on an audition.

You are not a graduating statistic.

You are not your grade on your instrument.

You are not the size of your instrument.

You are not the number of hours you practice.

Source: celloproblems

(via secxets)

Source: violsss

makomaragi:

okay you motherfuckers sit down and i am going to tell you why juniper is the best professor

Read More

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Source: makomaragi

spiritualboner:

assbutt-in-the-garrison:

Back in the early 1920’s a strange cult of women began meeting in an underground passage within the sewer systems with the intentions of raising the demonic spirit of Lilith. They created their own language out of a mixture of ancient dialects, with the intent and purpose of seducing demons to do their bidding and push forth the erotic and disgusting prophesies of feminism. This is a recording of one of their “sessions” in which they attempt to contact the underworld. Listen at your own risk.

READ FIRST please. This actually creeped me out.

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Source: assbutt-in-the-garrison

stridersis:

rexxmarksley:

davesperfectlycoiffedhair:

yonkobe:

zillyjandro:

ozolopolis:

hann0rz:

feedmysoulwithmusic:

bandgeekblog:

explodingtoothpaste:

Definitely the weirdest piece of music I’ve ever seen. Just thought I’d share this madness with you guys.

And I thought the music I was playing was hard…

And there’s people who can actually play this???

DONE!! Life over!!

ARRANGED BY ACCIDENT PIUGEWF;E4UORg fw]’er3j’fieurg;t4

RELEASE THE PENGUINS

release the fucking penguins holy crap

how could anyone READ THIS let alone play it???

When I was in middle school, I printed two of these off

One I gave to my Band instructor, who then put it up on a wall in his office

The other I kept as a cover for my binder :0

DID SOMEONE JUST PUT THEIR FACE IN INK AND ROLL IT ACROSS THE PAPER.

RELEASE THE PENGUINS.

REMOVE THE CATTLE FROM STAGE.

Hey look here’s the thing in audio form!

More about the composer here!

http://lostinthecloudblog.com/2010/03/13/john-stump-composer-of-faeries-aire-and-death-waltz/