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You’re good. I’ll probably find it later. So, what are you up to?
Absolutely nothing, to be quite honest.
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Where is my tablet?!
You’re good. I’ll probably find it later. So, what are you up to?
Absolutely nothing, to be quite honest.
Where is my tablet?!
If only I could get a little help around here…
Pardon my manners. I’m Casey.
Collette. Sorry I couldn't be more of assistance, but I'm miserable at finding things. I own something like seven pairs of earbuds just so that I can always find at least one.
Where is my tablet?!
Can't help you with that one.
Whoever touched my violin will regret it.
That's not cool.
I hate the winter
Definitely. I hate this weather more than anything.
I just miss the sun. I think I'm really meant to live in Southern California or something.
I'm almost dreading going home for the holidays.
I know exactly how you feel.
I hate the winter
It’s too freaking cold to swim.
And dry. I hate dry.
I give up.
Do you want to do this right now?
No, I don't, that's why I am telling you to go the hell away.
Finally someone understands.
I mean technically I'm never actually looking at all-the-way blank pages--just blank staffs.
But similar nonetheless.
I give up.
Now I’m going to be nice here and assume that you’ve had a momentary lapse of judgement or that you’re just too fucking stupid to realize just how much energy, intelligence, and pure talent it takes to sit and play any instrument there is out there. Being able to play an instrument is not a skill that you’re born with, in case you passed out in your high school health classes. It’s something that is learned, is harnessed. Hours upon hours are spent honing that skill. If it were for us “brainless” performers, all of your shitty films would be flat and two dimensional and you know it. That’s why you compose, right? Last I checked it doesn’t take a brain to record a video.
You can piss off, now. Before I drown you.
Being nice doesn't do you any favors, darling. It doesn't come naturally to you. And I told you to shoo.
I give up.
That’s because you don’t hate performance. If you hated performance, you’d have no one playing your little pieces and making your dreams a reality. I hate your department because it forces me to waste my time and talent on high school pieces for shitty indie films that will never make it to Sundance.
And my name is Calix. Not “chica”.
Ah, but I do hate performance. Because it's just full of egotistical assholes like yourself jockeying for power against people who are just as untalented and arrogant as themselves. People who have been coddled and pampered their whole life into believing they're special when they're really not. Sure, it takes a certain amount of skill to play whatever stringed instrument has screwed up your hands this week, but it doesn't take a brain. All it takes is a body. You're barely more than a dime a dozen, sweetheart.
And I don't waste my time on names of people who don't deserve it.
To stare at a blank piece of paper is the most exciting thing I can think about doing today and I’m currently debating whether that is completely sad or awesome.
Blank pages can be both terrifying and inspiring, depending on the day.
I give up.
That’s the problem with the film department. Taking something good and turning it to shit.
Look, chica, I don't give a damn what you think of me but your incessant whining about how obviously crappy you think my department is getting obnoxious. You don't here me walking around ranting about how much I hate performance, do you?
Shoo.
I give up.
Just relax and try and again.
I don't even know why I'm stressing so much about it--it's not an assignment, just something I'm doing in my free time.
I just hate feeling like I don't know what I'm doing.
I give up.
It’s bullshit.
Take that up with the professors, darling. We do it for class sometimes.
I give up.
If it was scored the first time, you have absolutely no right in changing it.
It's an exercise.
I give up.
If you even think of cutting the cello piece, I will cut you.
Look, it's not even a real piece, okay? It's never going to be played, it's not even for class. I'm just going through classic movies and redoing the scores how I would do it today because I'm bored.