hplyrikz:

Clear your mind here

heroic-cosmonaut:

And with the end of consciousness, so too is her soul destroyed.

Flesh shall consume her.

Blood shall drown her.

Help her. She is dying.

violaboss:

when you friend doesn’t understand classical music

Hey, everyone who is nervous about move-ins…

r2d2likesdrumcorps:

phangirlwithatrumpet:

drumcorpsdrawings:

psh8989:

you will make it. Everyone there wants to see you succeed. And you’re going to come out of it an ass-kicking machine.

Fight the voice in your head saying you’re not good enough. You are.

Fight the voice saying you’re not strong enough. You are.

Fight the voice saying you’re not ready. You are.

You’ve probably waited your whole life for this moment. Go out and make it happen. Go make history.

Oh my god this is exactly what I needed thank you

Same. Thank you so much.

I hated everything my first summer. Told myself I’d never do it again. But now I’m going into year 4 and I promise you every second of pain is worth it.

babygaynormative:

there are 2 songs that have 100 beats per minute which is the correct amount for cpr and they are “staying alive" and “another one bites the dust" and if u don’t think that’s the rawest shit you’ve ever heard you can unfollow me right now.

Victorian Gothic Gothic

gentileproblems:

• Your mother died giving birth to you. Every woman dies in childbirth. If you have younger siblings, do not question how they got there. Truly, you do not want to know.
  
• You have no ears, but delicate pink shells. Your teeth are pearls. Instead of hands you have small white paws. You are beautiful, and terrifying.
• A handsome stranger has awakened something deep within your breast. You do not know what it is, but it is awake, and it is aware.
• People keep dying of consumption. You cannot say as yet who is doing the consuming.
• There is mist on the moor. There is always mist on the moor. Seasons have no meaning here.
• Everyone outside of very specific parts of England is evil. This must be true. It must be, and that’s why you should never, ever leave. Ever.

thedrumcorpshistorians:

Drum Corps Digest Cover 1966 horn players

wearealsoboats:

disgustingly cute domestic scenes to imagine your otp in:

• getting slightly too drunk in the middle of the afternoon and slow dancing to dumb cheesy old music and kissing in a way that’s more laughter than actual kissing, mouths clumsy and hands gripping tight and sunlight slanting over them as they move lazily together 
• curling up on the sofa together, feet tucked under thighs and arms around shoulders, watch the kind of crap tv that only airs at 3am because they don’t want to go to untangle themselves to go to bed
• hectic mornings when they each need to be somewhere and they’re rushing around each other, ducking into bathrooms and bedrooms and kitchen cupboards, pausing to straighten tops and press kisses to cheeks
• going through old photos together and collapsing into laughter every three pictures, and zooming in on ones where they’re pulling awful faces or ones that were taken at just the wrong moment
• getting ready for nights out together, standing shoulder to shoulder as they brush their teeth or get their faces ready or style their hair, knocking elbows and hips as they try and hog more space
• standing quietly together in the kitchen after long, exhausting days, leaning into each other for support, breathing in the smell of home, fingers carding through hair and stroking down spines, until they feel like they can relax and smile properly again

ninthsphere:

I was going to list this for sale after I did it but my friend swooped in and snatched it up! Alesha is a pretty foil so this was fun to do.

Marker and gold leaf. No paint.