#itsomething

[copeaceticme]

your soul, I buried deep into the ground, where you left me

just to feel you against me just to feel you it kills me

and I remember through my doubt and I remember through my guilt

yours is the only soul I begged I’d leave inside my mind

[vulpes-r-gentleman]

I wrote again...

I want to fly, Because I want to escape I want to be free I want to empty my plate, Take in the sights, View earth from in space, I want to believe In our whole human race I'm a man. Is that all I am? Am I a unit of war? Am I an artist or more? Am I gentleman: door open 'cause I can Not tryna get any more? And is this all? This life that we seem to adore. There's got to be places that we've yet to explore I want to be there, I want to implore... All of you, everyone Try and get single thing done Every day's a mystery so don't stop until you've solved one It's for treasure It's for fun It's for pleasure That we run It's an endeavour; and you must Keep the faith- Keep the trust, In our race: To devise, to think; to strategise And every nation strive Cause there's no point in this life If we can't live it together If we can't share the prize Of the earth that gave us birth We got to save it; revive Trust in your brother and sister for a while Trust in the hand that's extended by your rival Don't be afraid to extend an olive branch Because that just might be crucial to your own survival You want to fly, Because you want to escape Might be scared of heights, But you still hope 'someday' You want to be free You want to take a vacation From the clutter on your desk and the load on your plate. You want to take in the sights You want to learn your real place Looking down on Earth; Are you in heaven or space? You can still see the people Each of them hiding their face But you want to believe In our whole human race.

[deutsch100-blog]

After an utterly failed attempt at making today, here is a quick sketch I half-assed - Cristina #itsomething #The100DayProject #Deutsch100

[jennycinco-5]

Rukia and I

Rukia and i

Rukia and I

He just mention Himself and Rukia 

[mitchell-lunarsky-blog]

Daddy's Music - Old Piece But Its Something

“Gather around, children,” he’d call and motion us toward him with his cupped hand. He sat in his chair more comfortable than anywhere else. Daddy would pick up his bow off the floor and begin to play his fiddle, or produce a mouth-organ from his pocket and get us to all clap along to a familiar tune. He had loved his music more than he loved mother. Almost. We used to think he knew every song ever written, which we knew was nonsense, but we believed it nonetheless. He rarely missed a note, whether the song was fast or slow. His favorite were the fast-moving fiddle songs that he could sing along to. His bow would be a blur as he quickly ran it over the strings, producing upbeat and happy music. When things got sad, he’d play something slow. “Nothing wrong in mourning,” daddy would say. “Nothing wrong with celebrating music, but mourning music is something else entirely. It’s like paying your respects to a dead loved one, somebody very special. Of course, you can mourn for things too. But mourning music for people is the best kind. Never forget that.”

Daddy had a large harpsichord made so that he could use it to write and play music. He spent hours testing out new songs, asking opinions, wanting it all to be perfect. He’d give us lessons, and encouraged us to learn many different types of music. I remember when he bought me my first lyre, then my flute, and once I had the flute learned, he bought me a piccolo. I loved the piccolo so much. I’d play it to calm myself when the cold became too much. I practiced and practiced, always wanting to play a duet with daddy.

One day, daddy wrote one for us to play. The whole family applauded when we played it the first time. We called it “The Song of the Moon Through Ice”. We played it so often that I knew it by heart. It was the first song we played together at the Stormborn Theater, where I spent much of my time in [Stormborn] whenever we went to port.

Daddy loved his music. He loved us. He loved Raven’s Cove. He loved anywhere he could hear his music echoing especially, which is why he fell deeply in love with his solitary peak in Blutia.

[ik22]

Ehm, we loose, 5-1, but, Kaká Scored #itssomething