this is one of the best visual representations of classical music i’ve ever seen
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this is one of the best visual representations of classical music i’ve ever seen
Im never not reblogging this masterpeice
1000 posts!
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I’ve noticed lately that people don’t really understand what it feels like to be a writer. To them, we’re storytellers, yes, but ones who can just switch it off when the real world calls. They see writing as a hobby, something cute, something optional.
But Writing isn’t something we do. It’s where we live. Our heads are crowded with voices that won’t shut up, with worlds that refuse to stay imaginary. We carry entire cities inside us, whole histories that never happened but still weigh more than half the things in our calendars.
From the outside, the “writer” looks romantic. A little tortured, maybe, but mostly harmless. But to us? Being a writer feels like standing at the edge of a cliff with a thousand ghosts pressing at our backs, whispering: Tell us. Tell us. Tell us.
And we do. Not because it’s charming. But because not writing would mean carrying those ghosts forever.
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ten years ago you were so scared of such different things, but you survived them anyway. the same goes for five years ago and two years ago. everything that has ever felt like a hurdle, you’ve passed through. so be afraid, identify your fears, and then allow yourself to remember that in just a little while, this will be another thing that you have overcome.
my sweet winston passed away. he was my best friend 💕🐇 😔💔 my grandmother said this looked like him on a cloud leaving this world 🥺🐇💔🕊️ fly high buddy
a vampire on halloween after an indulgent meal walking amongst trick or treaters drenched in blood when someone compliments their costume causing the vampire to sigh & mumble to themself “no i’m just like this”
official vampire post
Schwarzer Prinz
a single typo literally has the explosive power of a nuclear bomb like i just read back possibly the most beautiful scene ive ever created feeling so proud of myself ready to start thinking about the nobel prize in literature etc. etc. and then suddenly
“It’s oaky,” he whispered.
it’s oaky. what is this. a wine tasting
TdV in Japan. Photos from here
nostalgia web-core tiger sharks 💾 get it as a postcard and sticker here!
“You should be at the club.” No, I should be at the scholastic book fair.