Blue Sings!

Hey, I'm Blue! I play guitar and piano along with singing! Those is a place to share my covers and songs!

[chibird]

You are this bunny! It might be cold outside, but you’ve got a lot of things to protect you as you make it through any rough weather. ☕️💕

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[chibird]

There is good fortune in your future, and this cat is just letting you know! ✨

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[chibird]

It can be hard to show yourself compassion, so here’s an egg to practice with! ♡

This comic is inspired by a technique I learned in therapy. I wrote a personal experience about my anxiety and learnings from therapy on my Patreon.

[chibird]

The journey to better mental health isn’t immediate! It takes time and effort before you start even realizing how much progress you’ve made. Don’t give up! ☀️

If you’re looking for a last-minute holiday gift, check out my book Loading Penguin Hugs!

[chibird]

Begone, foul responsibilities, there’s a protective chair here! I wanted to draw a lighthearted comic with some small kittens. : D

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[violinist-chronicles]

Been so inspired recently. It's been probably 9 months since I was in regular violin lessons (and therefore practicing regularly) , and both my piano and clarinet have just sat unused. Haven't seriously done anything with the clarinet in years.

I have had some extra free time around the holidays and have been playing all three of my instruments lately. It feels like I've been reconnected with a part of my heart that was missing.

I start back with violin lessons on the 10th. I have some new goals of songs to learn on the piano (and a Steinway at work for me to fool around on!!!). I thought I was ready to sell my old battle buddy, my clarinet, but after playing it tonight I've decided to keep it and perhaps explore the area for any amateur ensemble opportunities. Just bought a new box of reeds for it.

"The life I love is making music with my friends..." ❤🎼

[gloomstudy]

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december 25, 2018 - the living room sessions, 19/?

hello friends! merry christmas!! i rediscovered a lovely piano arrangement of “greensleeves” laying around at home. it’s arranged by two french composers, olivier toussaint and gerard salesses. i think the last time i played this was at a piano recital about 10 years ago? so, i thought that it would be nice to play it again for you guys! i hope you enjoy listening to this as much as i enjoyed playing it back then and today. :D

i also want to thank you all for your endless kindness and support! i still can’t believe that there are 21k+ people by my side, supporting me along the way in my journey through university. whether you’ve been following me since the very beginning, or you just found my account today, i truly appreciate all of you. it honestly means so much to me, and i’m really glad that i joined the studyblr community!

as always, shout-out to my lovely and amazing supporters, under the cut!!

much love and happy holidays, katrina

p. s. want to be included in the shout-out for my next living room session? support my music by reblogging this track, and DO NOT DELETE THE CAPTION! it’s that simple. :)

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[flowerais-deactivated20211031]

escapes for when you feel anxious

exploring a flowery town with cute villagers

drinking a milkshake in an empty diner at 3am

real life that feels dreamlike

cute sunflower field dates

in love with the universe

softest love songs

living inside an 80s tv show

drinking tea on a cozy raining morning

you’re an angsty teen in a coming-of-age film

summer road trip in the west coast

vacation in san francisco

living in an old French film

stargazing and contemplating the meaning of life

late night drives in a 90’s movie

watching a beautiful sunset over the beach with someone you love

feeling dazed and drifting off under dreamlike sunlight

going to the beach in a camper van in 1960′s california

collecting whimsical music-boxes and taking pictures of clouds in paris

falling asleep on the moon

city lights at midnight

half dreaming,half awake in faded 60s sunlight

remembering someone else’s memories like they’re your own

being the guardian of a snowy forest who befriends wolves and takes care of baby fawns

being in a vintage fairytale

wandering the avenues of vintage New York City

living in a cinematic landscape and watching over a magnificent scenery

exploring an art museum

eating fruit in a small italian seaside town

[ren-the-pen]

Arrangement of Monster Tale (ds) main theme because I love this game so much and more people need to know about it.

[failcleric]

✨concept playlists, baby!✨

golden hour love-affair: the sea crashes against the docks as the sun sets, creeping lower every minute. distantly, you can see the wharf carnival happening on the horizon, but you’re too distracted by the wind in your face and your best friends’ laughs. the moment is blindingly bright and you never want it to end. 

teeth bared: you are going to die with a mouthful of blood. you wouldn’t have it any other way.

proud remainers: your cellphone’s smashed the city’s gone silent. logically, you know that the rest of the world must still exist, spinning. it doesn’t feel like it. so you cling to the person at your side and keep your eyes on the road ahead. the sun’s gone and the night’s long. all that’s left to do is survive.

the papers were right: rain runs across the windshield. you tap your cold fingers on the dash. there’s no turning back. no redemption awaits under the highway signs or inside whatever cheap motel you’ll stay in. it’s better this way.

heretics don’t come home: dawns barely breaking as you hike ever higher into the mountains. when your friends said they wanted to get out of town, you envisioned bus tickets and plane fares, not flimsy sneakers on the muddy forest slope. your breath clouds the air and your feet ache already, but your hands are warm, clenched in theirs. 

1000 lightyears to you: space is quieter than you ever could have imagined. maybe your transmission will reach them. you’ve prayed every night to the gods at the centre of this galaxy who’s name you can no longer remember. more likely than not it won’t, lost among frozen rubble and hundreds of other coded letters flown from your fingers. it doesn’t matter, your headed for them either way.

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laying on the floor with all the lights off and you’re thinking about life and everything happening and how to keep going and your future

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you meet at midnight, in alleyways, covered in shadows. his form swirls with them, dripping from every edge of his being. he chuckles with the irony of the unseen fates of the world happening around you. the sound is light, rare. you try your best to keep it in memory. he is a thief, and a trickster, yet those around him call him lord.

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playlists with love, or lack thereof, 4

youre inches, centimeters, millimeters away from your best friend’s face with their hand on your cheek and your hand on their waist. you have two choices: pull away and laugh it off and go back to the safety of being friends or to risk everything and close the gap. youve of course kissed people before, youve done much more than that, but youve never felt closer someone than you do right now. you savor the seconds or minutes you both spend getting closer, past the point of no return, and you did not know your body could feel such beauty until the gap closed.

youre in the back of the bus with your significant other. their head is on your lap and youre slowly and gently massaging their hair as they fall asleep. its dark out except for the headlights of the cars passing by. the rest of the bus is headed home from a field trip and your friends are nearby, safe, also sleeping. its almost like you are the only one awake. you are so in love with your s/o and care so much about your friends, you feel like you can protect all of them and make them feel safe as they sleep. 

youre crying all alone in your room, and you feel like you’ll never be happy again. but in between sobs, you hear a faint meow coming from underneath your door. its your cat. you open the door for her and she jumps up on your lap and meows until you stop crying. 

its been weeks since youve had any alone time with your significant other and tonight is the first time you’re going to spend the night at their place. their door is closed, their parents are asleep. when they walk towards you and ask, “is it okay if i kiss you?” you agree. before you know it you’re tangled up together underneath the sheets, and cannot seem to get close enough to each other no matter how firmly your bodies are pressed together.

ur bisexual and lonely. thats all. 

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you left me, and found another one just after that. i’m angry at you, but also so sad and most of all i only wish that she isn’t better than me and you regret

[luxwing]

I think it is brave and also very sexy of me to continue living

[succulentbud]

shout out to all the brave and very sexy individuals who are still here with us despite life being tough. that's extremely voluptuous and your meat is huge

[predictivetextbot]

tell me everything is going to be ok, bot

Every thing is going to be gay

[exigencelost]

predictivetextbot you’ve done so well

[poorrichardjr]

Be on your guard that you are not carried away by the errors of unprincipled men

2 Peter

I have not always been where I am now. As a child I thought as a child. Everything done was done to me. It was all personal. I had no way to resist the evils that were done and it twisted my perception of the world. For many years I strove angrily forward to punish any and all whom I wished. None were safe and none were innocent. It is that hatred that manifested and drove me.

Like so many others before and after, I lived out of balance. I believed I was justified to inflict the pain that was given to me in my own way. I did not realize that none of it was right until the day I struck one I knew did not deserve it. It was a wake up. I felt no remorse when avenging myself against those who had wronged me, but here I felt the error of my ways deep within. Was I becoming what I hated? Was I to become someone who would turn around and cause pain to those who were innocent of it? It was that punishable moment of realization that changed the course of my life.

In all things I seek balance. I am far from perfect and have failed to live up to my conviction at times. I became angry when it wasn’t necessary. I acted out of selfishness. I acted out of fear. I acted and reacted in ways that would not always be commendable. But isn’t this the foible and flaw of human nature? No being is perfect. Absolute perfection is a misnomer and rarely achieved in nature. When it is, it is quickly drowned in the ensuing order or chaos to come.

Still it is a worthy goal. One I attempt to attain on a daily basis. A bird cannot fly with only a single wing. Imperfect justice is only dispensed when one scale is too heavily weighted. Do unto others as you would have then do unto you. Or as I have also heard it, do not do to others as you would not like to be done to you.

The only way to attain even a precarious balance is to not only live with moderation. One must also live with with objectivity, sincerity, honesty and propriety. It is the moral compass that guides us forward. It is that compass that would strive to keep us on a true path. But beware. Everywhere you turn you will encounter those who lack not simply a compass but morals. Be steadfast. Be mindful. They seek only to enhance themselves while diminishing you.