-
49995
29
AprA dramatic Shakespearean response to every situation
When something bad happens: True is it that we have seen better days.When something REALLY bad happens: O woe! O woeful, woeful, woeful day! Most lamentable day. Most woeful day That ever, ever I did yet behold! O day, O day, O day! O hateful day! Never was seen so black a day as this.O woeful day! O woeful day!When people say that something is wrong because the Bible says so: The Devil can cite scripture for his purpose.When my girlfriend abandons me for food: FRAILTY, THY NAME IS WOMAN!When someone doesn't thank me for holding the door open for them: BLOW, BLOW, BLOW, THOU WINTER WIND! THOU ART NOT SO UNKIND AS MAN'S INGRATITUDE!When I burn something while cooking: MY CAKE IS DOUGH!When human stupidity frustrates me: LORD, WHAT FOOLS THESE MORTALS BE!When someone says I'm going to hell for my sins: NYMPH, IN THY ORISONS BE ALL MY SINS REMEMBER'D.When I'm broke: My pride fell with my fortunesWhen someone turns the light on after a period of darkness and blinding light ensues: OH, SHE DOTH TEACH THE TORCHES TO BURN BRIGHT!When someone disagrees with me: THERE ARE MORE THINGS IN HEAVEN AND EARTH, HORATIO, THEN ARE DREAMT OF IN YOUR PHILOSOPHY.When I argue with my girlfriend: The course of true love never did run smooth.When I'm embarrassed: MUST I HOLD A CANDLE TO MY SHAMES?!Someone says "Good Night": Good Night, Good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow. -
1
6
MarSomething To Live By
“We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of the dream. Wandering by lone sea breakers, and sitting by desolate streams. World losers and world forsakers, for whom the pale moon gleams. Yet we are the movers and the shakers of the world forever it seems.” — Arthur O’Shaunessey
“Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notesa nd curl my back to lonliness.” — Maya Angelou
“Never look at the trombones, it only encourages them.” — Richard Strauss (for Karen)
“Music in self-expression. Singing is how I pray and the music is my religion.” —Chaka Khan
“Music is love in search of a word.” — Sidney Lanier
“You know what’s the loudest noise in the world? The loudest noise in the world is silence.” — Thelonious Monk
“A painter paints picture on canvas. But musicians paint their pictures on silence.” — Leopold Stokowski
“Music is the art of thinking with sounds.” — Jules Combarieu
“There is no truer truth obtainable by man than comes of music.” — Robert Browning
Just a brief collection of quotes gathered from my latest overdue rental from the music library, The Quotable Musician by Sheila E. Anderson. If you love music and you’re ever in need of wisdom, food for thought, or just a good laugh, I highly reccommend it.
Think about it,
Jessica
-
18692
29
Feb
You know what? I’ve always thought these were interesting. I’m ahead(ish) on my homework. I’m about to make a cup of tea…lez do this.
oh hai tumblr…
(Source: katiesdoppleganger, via emilypaul427)
-
256363
7
Feb
This is the official ‘i care’ symbol. This is how it works:
Basically you reblog this, and your followers know that you care and that they can message you about anything anon or not and you will reply back or at least look at their message. If you care about your followers please reblog.(Source: s-u-r-f-e-r, via kevin-in-the-wilde)
-
202
9
Jan
Today has been a reblog-y kind of day. But this is just too fantastic…my life in music theory.
-
2435
8
Jan
Hi college.
(Source: superwhitegirlproblems)
-
163547
8
Jan1 in 5 teens had thought about suicide, about 1 in 6 teens had made plans for suicide, and more than 1 in 12 teens had attempted suicide in the last year. As many as 8 out of 10 teens who commit suicide try to ask for help in some way before committing suicide. Reblog if you’re always there to listen.
(Source: angelsandanch0rs, via dreamingoftomorroww)
-
15862
16
DecWell I just died from adorableness.
I usually don’t go crazy about how cute a baby is…
But…
ok normally I think it’s weird to reblog pictures of other people’s children, but this one has a small sword so it’s ok.
CAN THIS PLEASE BE MY CHILD?
(via dreamingoftomorroww)
-
1
12
DecSomething Scary
Deep post time y’all. I’ll try to do my best even though it’s 2 in the morning and my internet broke and I lost most of what I already wrote.
Growing up in an eery thing. What’s even eerier is when you become aware of it as it’s happening, or when you can look at a specific event and realize that, afterwards, you got one step closer to adulthood. Not in the kind of landmark way you usually think about it, like getting your driver’s liscense or turning 18. I mean in the way that you become a mature adult, thus losing a part of who you were as a kid. I don’t make realizations like this often become, let’s face it, I’m very in tune with my inner child. I still derive as much joy out of coloring books, pictures with the Mall Santa, and fighting my brothers for that last bit of cake batter as I ever did. But tonight got me thinking.
I had a conversation with a friend tonight, ironically just as I was about to start writing this post. The subject that came up was the fear of change. It’s hard to believe it, but the ‘you’ sitting here reading this right now is not the ‘you’ you will be forever. You’re still a rough draft version of yourself. Right now, our brains are still in the process of forming. In that sense, nothing is permanent. The things you like about yourself may not be the same, but on a more pleasant note, the have all the time and ability you need to change the things you don’t like about yourself.
The positive traits we have now are more likely to remain with us because they’re what we’re used to and what make us happy. The negative traits, however, stand just as much of a chance of sticking with us forever because they’re what we’re used to and more likely than not we’ve accepted them as part of our characters. This is where growing up gets tricky, because we are so grounded in the past and the present that we can’t even imagine a future where we are not ‘us’, in the sense of our current beliefs. A decision must be made: do I stick with what I know, or do I change something that makes up a giant part of who I am?
Sometimes, the decision is made for you, and you are completely unaware of it until it confronts you directly. Only then can you realize, either with sorrow or bewilderment or joy, or all three, that you grew up somewhere along the lines of then and now. There’s something that seperates you from the kid you were to the person you are. Something that you either loved or hated is now gone, and unless you want to turn back the hands of time there is nothing you can do to get it back.
It’s scary to realize that you changed without knowing, without even being asked permission or getting a change to mull it over. It just happened. Even when, luckily in my case, it was for the better. I realized that something that always bothered me about myself was gone. Great, but still, it’s weird to be made conscious of the fact that you grew up, somehow, some way. I’m not that Jessica anymore. And I won’t be the Jessica that I am for long, at least, not if I want to become the Jessica that I will be.
As scary as it is to accept that I have to change, I’m going to try and not be afraid. Don’t be afraid to change the things you don’t like about yourself, even if you don’t know what you’ll be without them. Don’t worry if you’re still trying to fix it after a few weeks, or months, or years, because some day it may be gone in the blink of an eye. Don’t plan your life out while you’re still a rough draft and make who you are now become who you are forever.
Here’s to a life of terrifying, confusing, and completely necessary change,
Jessica
-
52144
11
Dec
Okay. Yeah. So anyone who knows me how pathetically accurate this is.
(Source: alphaxxxalfa, via dreamingoftomorroww)
My name is Jessica Lawdan and this is what I have to say.
Following
-
For many Chicagoans, like myself, it’s that time of the year in the windy...
-
-
-
