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All I want to do in this life is create
not all heroes wear capes
When you love someone, you say their name different. Like itâs safe inside your mouth.
Jodi Picoult, Handle With Care (via wordsnquotes)
Long after youâve forgotten someoneâs voice, you can still remember the sound of their happiness or their sadness. You can feel it in your body.
Anne Michaels, The Winter Vault (via wordsnquotes)
Clear your mind here
This was recorded by the Portsmouth Sinfonia in an experiment where all the members of the orchestra would swap instruments with each other and attempt to play them to the best of their ability.
favorite things about this
literally all the brass starts to get the hang of it and then the crescendos happen and everyone is like FUCK FUCK FUCK??? FUCK. JUST. BLOW RLY HARD.
the strings are lazy but also the same. like u can tell a lot of the ppl w/ the stringed instruments may already basically know how to play stringed instruments. like thereâs definitely a section at the beginning where you hear a good portion going âoh yeah this is like. a smaller/bigger version of what i do.â
all you hear of any woodwinds is just âpffffttt??? pFFFTTTT???? PFFFFFTTTT I SAID PFFFFTTTT!!!!!â bc woodwinds are fucking HARD and you hear after like the first crescendo half of them just give up. they give up. theyâre done. fuck this it tastes weird and my lips hurt.
that trumpet. that person is fucking TRYING man they fucking GOT this. they may not have figured out notes but they figured out LOUD and they GOT this.
I JUST DIED
I SEARCHED THIS POST FOR AGES OH MY GOD
reminds me of the decemberists concert I was at where colin meloy had had a lot of wine and made everybody switch instruments during a long instrumental, except jenny conlee who politely, amused-ly refused
I love everything about this.
Lately, in the shower I have been thinking more than I have been singing. I think about you.
Daniel C. L. (via apprenticehero)
Me: âHow can I help you today, ma'am?â Client: âIs e-mail internetâ? Me: âI beg your pardon?â Client: âIs e-mail on the internet? I have no internet, can I still read my e-mail?â Me: âWell yes, you must be able to get online to view your e-mail.â Client: âOh, dear. I canât see my e-mail.â Me: âWell, letâs see. Can you open up Internet Explorer for me and tell me what you see?â Client: âOpen what?â Me: âYour browser, can you open up your browser?â Client: âMyâŠmyâŠ?â Me: âWhat you click on when you want to browse the internet?â Client: âI donât use anything, I just turn my computer on, and itâs there.â Me: âOkay. Do you see the little blue âeâ icon on your desktop?â Client: âYou mean I have to start writing letters again?â Me: âIâmâŠwhat, Iâm sorry?â Client: âI donât have any pens at my desk. I just want my e-mail again.â Me: âNo, ma'am, your desktop, on your computer screen. Can you click on the little blue âeâ on your computer screen for me?â Client: âOh, this is too much work. Iâm too upset. Just send me my e-mail. Canât you send me my e-mail?â Me: âWeâŠokay, ma'am. Can you tell me what color the lights are on your router right now?â Client: âMy what?â Me: âThe little box with green or possibly a couple of red lights on it right now - itâs most likely near your computer?â
Client: âLights and boxes, boxes and lights, just get my e-mail for me.
Me: âMy test is showing that you should be able to get online right now. Can you tell me what youâre seeing on your computer screen?â Client: âItâs been the same thing for the last two hours.â Me: âAn error message?â Client: âNo, just stars. Itâs black and moving stars.â Me: ââŠDo you see your mouse next to your keyboard?â Client: âYes.â
Me: âMove it for me.â Client: âMove it?â Me: âYes. Move it.â Client: âMy e-mail!â
This post gave me a fucking ulcer.
Embrace the days on which you are still hurting. Sore muscles have always been a sign of growth.
Trista Mateer (via tristamateer)
Today at therapy was really hard. I was sitting here crying, and generally being miserable, when I felt a nudge at my knee. I looked down to see that Zeus, my service dog, was doing his job⊠and brought me a potato. it is very hard to cry with a gift of potato.
Remember this? Iâm having a rough time right now. Zeus has a solution.
That would be an empty pill bottle, the *correct* pill bottle, a bottle of embossing powder, and two, TWO potatoes.
Youâre worth at least 2 potato to him and thatâs pretty special imo.
I would just like to remind you all that *I donât own any potatoes* and I have no clue where heâs getting them from.
Imagine going to a restaurant, ordering a burger, and when you take a bite a huge metal spike stabs you in the cheek and drags you into outer space. Being a fish must be terrifying as fuck.
WHO DID THIS
Single File Y'allâŠ..