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kallie | 24 | music student

[cloudy-babe]

a man once described a woman as a shot of espresso, bathed in sunlight. i am stuck trying to think of a better way to describe her.

glistening eyes, deep as the ocean i so long for. i know not the touch of her skin, yet it is the most familiar of feelings. i imagine her lips tasting of cinnamon and lavender. i want them to taste of me.

her laughter sounds like sea glass windchimes on a breezy morning, just before sunrise. the light peeking through the clouds but not quite breaking the horizon. i want nothing more than to be the reason she lets it ring. through my headphones and straight into my heart.

i want nothing more than her.

she reminds me of sunlight. of a shot of espresso with a bit of honey and milk. she is warm. she is sweet and beautiful and i am lucky to be able to stand in her sunshine, even if i am not physically there yet. yet.

i have yet to see her in person and yet, she is all i can think of when i go to bed.

so if i can only say that my coffee shop girl is a shot of espresso, that would be alright because there is nothing i want more.

[simplyvintagexx]

The wonderful Maria Callas 🌹

She was one of the most renowned and influential opera singers of the 20th century!

[cloudy-babe]

i’m too old for these growing pains

[stuckinapril]

somebody get that girl a large sized beverage before she loses it completely

[cloudy-babe]

what if we’ll never be the same?

[cloudy-babe]

progress isn’t linear <3

[cloudy-babe]

i’ve grown so fond of this place that i have to leave. four years and now, i will never live here again. they don’t tell you that part when you go to college. you’ll learn all the of the secret places and the shortcuts through town just to never go through them again. you’ll visit, of course. but you won’t live there.

i’ve grown fond of the barista at the local coffee shop i visit every tuesday and wednesday morning. i’ve grown fond of the man who replaces our cleaning products and rugs every monday morning at work. i’ve grown fond of the aching in my calves on my daily walk up the hills to class. i’ve grown fond of my table in the library.

after may, i’ll never see these people and do these things again and i don’t know if i will ever recover. i will never do my morning routine, see the ducks at the park, or bake bread with my coworkers. i will never feed the fish, drink a mocha with a bagel, or make a bloody mary.

i’ve grown fond of busy mornings at work. i’ve grown fond of spending hours in the practice rooms, playing and singing and learning. i’ve grown so fond of just existing in this town that i will never see again.

[cloudy-babe]

a warm chocolate chip cookie with flaky salt sprinkled on top

[ashstfu]

all i have is these beautiful brown eyes and a desire for someone to come into my kitchen and be hungry for me

[ashstfu]

save me spring... trees blossoming again save me... save me days getting longer and sun shining brighter... flowers blooming everywhere save me....

[skeleton-richard]

Honestly if an opera doesn't leave you a little bit deranged was it even a good opera.

[cloudy-babe]

i don’t miss you.

i miss the love i received in your home as i was welcomed as if part of the family. i miss your mom knowing how i wanted my eggs in the morning after a sleepover. i miss how we’d stay up for hours just talking about random movies and books and people.

i don’t miss you.

i miss washing each others makeup off after too much to drink. i miss tying your shoes after you almost tripped for the fourth time. i miss baking awful brownies in my kitchen at four am. i miss the nonstop laughter. i miss the memories we created. i miss the photos i deleted. i miss the friendship we built together.

but i don’t miss you.

[kawiarenkii]

mozart’s starling by lyanda lynn haupt

[cloudy-babe]

drunk on a monday night and realizing that i’ve finally found my people and i love my friends actually crying in the club bc what did i do to deserve all of the kindness and love i receive daily from them (all of whom i met in september)

[aaronstveit]

"if i was orpheus i would simply not turn around" yes you would. if you were orpheus and you loved eurydice, you would. to love someone is to turn around. to love someone is to look at them. whichever version of the myth — he hears her stumble, he can't hear her at all, he thinks he's been tricked — he turns around because he loves her. that's why it's a tragedy. because he loves her enough to save her. because he loves her so much he can't save her. because he will always, always turn around. "if i was orpheus i would simply —" you wouldn't be orpheus. you wouldn't be brave enough to walk into the underworld and save the person you love. be serious

[cloudy-babe]

to love someone is to turn around

[lilyisfine]

I wish more people talked about opera. like why aren't there more books and tv shows and movies about opera. opera is so fucking cool and it IS actually for everyone. thinking of opera as some elitist rich people ritual makes the problem worse and you miss out on so many opportunities to feel and experience art!!

the most frequent comment I hear is about the language barrier and not understanding what's going on, which I sooo get, but there is so much more to opera than the words and to think otherwise is to ignore how much other work goes into telling a story. in every direction there are people who have dedicated their lives to their craft. musicians and singers who have spent decades learning their instrument, designers and technicians who are creating the space, composers, conductors, stage managers, librarians. there is so much story that can be told through vocalization, instrumentation, setting, costume, lighting... and every performance is a showing of someone's life work. it's beautiful.

and yeah, the storylines are crazy and there's tropes out the wazoo but hey

it's opera

[cloudy-babe]

my favorite spotify daylist of the last couple days