WHEN YOUR SHOULDER REST COLLAPSES IN THE MIDDLE OF YOUR SOLO
(by s-imply-pure)
NEVER HAD THIS PROBLEM IN MY LIFE! :D:D:D:D
WHEN YOU TRY TO PLAY WITH THE METRONOME AT THE TEMPO MARKED
(by Emily)
This is Academic Festival Overture
I’m obsessed with the aurora borealis.
a painters palette.
I exploded with color today.
With my strawberry guts, and lessened potato whites.
The blue pineal gland, and the maroon socks, which I received last summer.
A shade of yellow streaks my face
a green upon which I walk, and the fire upon which i sleep.
and the beat of the drum speeds up as does the pitter patter
outside the window where everyday I look for…
yolo is offensive to buddhists and cats…
(Source: shutthep0pe)
Story in a sentence #1
The xylophone woke him up for the last time, as he headed wearily back home to lay for the rest of time.
mario!
(Source: etsy.com)
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