For Science

I'm Nick, 22, at Berklee studying music production. My blog is all over the place, video games, movies, music, RT/AH, whatever. Say hi and stuffs.

[skrotchevo]

[satanicspacecat-deactivated2019]

The ability to actually enjoy doing things and not just want to sleep all the time would be awesome. People that are like this never realise how lucky they are

[dungeonmastersdiary]

One of my friends went on a road trip and sent me this

[its-okae-carly-rae-deactivated2]

[soulcobwebs]

[raddestbabe]

everyone’s having their mid-life crises at like 19

[olivertrees]

[glitchartistscollective]

[imagination]

[pussandplatanos]

Maybe

Do you ever feel so alone? Not just a feeling of loneliness that passes but as if you’re in constant solitary confinement, looking at everyone else from the inside. Being surrounded by people who love you but still feeling alienated? Like there’s a gaping hole inside of you so dark that no amount of light invented has the ability of brightening. That you’re so broken that even the tackiest of glues can’t put you back together. That you’re so different from everyone else that the earth doesn’t feel like it’s home and you’re too much for some but not enough for others. Like you’re seeing through the foggiest of glasses and you can’t seem to ever clear them of their blurriness. Like you can’t let yourself feel happy because you know it’s temporary and you just watch the hands on the clock waiting for the worst to come. Do you laugh most days to keep the tears from streaming down your cheeks? Do you respond “I’m okay” when people ask how you’re doing but think the complete opposite? Like you want to turn off your brain just for 30 seconds of anxiety free nothingness? Maybe tomorrow will be better, maybe next month, maybe next year, maybe next lifetime. Maybe. But maybe not.

[yosanoakikos]

Pilot | The End

[textsfromthe-avengers]

Submitted by @kinetickristen

[voxeterna1]

So ,I’m a music teacher and every year we have what are called “walk through observations”. Basically, this means that 4 times a year the principal or vice principal comes into my class to assess my teaching. Fine. Sure. No problem. Well, today I was doing an activity with my 1st graders called “Musical Groceries”. Basically, they make up a fake shopping list and then together we figure out what the rhythm of the words on the list is. To do that, a small group of students plays the beat on the conga drum while the rest of the students move around the room while chanting the word. It sounds weird but it’s a great way for the kids to figure out the relationship between syllables and rhythm. They quickly get bored of walking the rhythm so I let them come up with their own ways of moving around the room.( skipping, hopping, etc) One student suggested they hop around the room like frogs, way down low to the ground. Okay fine. Or it was fine until my vice principal walked in to do my observation only to find 20 seven year olds hopping around the room like a hoard of little hob-goblins, rhythmically chanting “BREAD! BREAD! BREAD!” while five other kids played ominous beats in a drum circle. I have never seen anyone look so confused in my life and I really don’t want to know the rating I got on my observation.

[sixpenceee]

A long exposure of a merry go round. Credit to the phogotrapher, Sergey Kalinin.

[sixpenceee]

The worn marble steps at the Leaning Tower of Pisa. This is the result of 500 years of walking. 

[iorekandhissilvertongue]

This is probably like the 8th time seeing this post in the past day or two, and for some reason my brain still refuses to read that last word as “walking”

[princesconsuela]

[square-enix]

is anyone else just going through life like “yeah i just gotta get past this last difficult week and then it’s smooth sailing from there!” but like… every week

[boy-so-pale]