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izzy's playlists!
Show & Tell
almost home
Monterey Bay Aquarium
Keni
noise dept.

Origami Around

Product Placement

shark vs the universe

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JBB: An Artblog!
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@musicalsuggestion
vigorously imitate doing drugs in time to the music
(phantom voice) simp for me my angel of music
date a forest god who appreciates and honors your body, no matter what your body type, health, or ability
Reblog if you like serious classical music, Mozart, or both.
keep a flower for probably longer than you should
Bard Noise
bring a flask to the opera
🎵🎶🎵🎶🎵
be as wild as the sea
be young, dumb, and in love
Transgender people have always been magical
may your soul be overgrown with moss. may your veins fill with rainwater and your lungs swell with flowers.
The stars are singing tonight. Won’t you listen to their melody?
sing. it doesnt matter how terrible brilliant you are.
throw yourself on a soprano’s mercy
saw this and was stoked for Newsies lesbian Jackie/Katherine
but then
(softly) no
the internet is an inherently haunted place if you think about it like. it's so weird to see long abandoned discussion boards stuck in a snapshot of the past, old conversations between kids from over a decade ago who have now grown into their own lives, obituaries taking the form of half finished profiles. and the silence that fills the gaps between. there's a constant ghostly record of each generation's thoughts, fads, their sense of humour. back when the future was at their fingertips. even stranger, people you used to know exist openly in that space, and they watch you watching them. if you want, deceased musicians can play through your headphones. there's always an underlying sense of reminiscing and time escaping our ever shortening attention spans. what a fuckin graveyard