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Oboe in C by Lesti, Musical Instruments

The Crosby Brown Collection of Musical Instruments, 1889 Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, NY Medium: Wood, horn, brass, ivory

http://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/504829

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when daddy forgets to take viagra

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when daddy remembers to viagra

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U ever juss…wanna hide ur face in someone’s neck and …. Sleep

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Reblog or your mom will die in 928 seconds.

I love my mom.

I am risking nothing

I AM SORRY FOLLOWERS, I LOVE MY MOMMY

Will not risk.

sorry followers :(

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Before you sleep tonight, forgive everyone who has harmed you and pray that everyone you might have harmed unintentionally, forgives you.

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composers and their descriptions

Bach: polyphony is the new black

Haydn: surprise motherfucker

Mozart: some people just never grow up :/

Beethoven: some people just never grOW OUT OF THEIR EMO PHASE

Tchaikovsky: sad, gay, and ready to slay

Brahms: the song Girlfriend by Avril Lavigne was written specifically for him

Liszt: ill play you a piece if you strip on the piano

Rachmaninoff: this footlong handspan is compensating for something else

Wagner: wow i cant believe he stole lord of the rings

Strauss: you stop dancing, you die

Berlioz: *vapes*

Sibelius: nature is here and shes looking more beautiful than ever

Mahler: nature is here and shes PISSED

Shostakovich: fuck stalin, fuck the police, fuck tonality

Respighi: nature is here and shes a man

Messiaen: is there a subtype of furries specifically for birds?

Schoenberg: why limit yourself to just one key?

Ives: why limit yourself to just 12 notes?

Britten: gay? never heard of it

Grainger: nobody will comment on your bdsm roleplay if you write catchy tunes

Gershwin: ooooooooowwWWWWWEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAA

Reich: clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap clap

Glass: play these 8 measures 37 times then repeat

Cage: *drags piano bench across the stage then walks offstage*

Williams: HOOOOOOORRRRRRRNNNNNNSSSSSSS

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who's a celebrity that informs your aesthetic decisions

every alteration I make to how i look is in a contrived effort to look gradually more and more like shannen doherty

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This is the funniest shit I have ever seen in my whole life

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Then interesting part about having a parent that hardly has conversations with you is that you remember everything they say because it feels like some sort of milestone event.

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Regarding performance anxiety

Listen, kid: you either sink or you swim. Sure you could float, but no one is ever going to be as entertained as the other two options.

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Self-reflection and embarrassment

I think it must be frustrating to people that I hardly get embarrassed; particularly not embarrassed in vanity. I'm pretty in touch with the reality and how I look so I'm just... yeah I'm ugly or yeah I'm cute. You can't hold old embarrassing pictures of me over my head because i love and accept the person who was ugly and had no sense of style just as much as I love and accept the person looking back at him.

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growing up, my mom would take just me out to in n out for lunch for mother/son bonding but I just realized it was probably bc she had the munchies

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3AM fake wings

I woke up in the middle of the night to hear two soft spoken voices engaged in a rather serious conversation about something I couldn’t understand over ambient background music. I climbed out of bed and found my mother’s bedroom wide open across the hall, only to find her propped up in her king size bed, eating leftover bistig, and watching anime. She kept herself propped up with a pile of pillows with mismatched plaid pillowcases, clad in some underwear and that hideous pale yellow fleece robe she used to wear religiously. Her naturally wave hair was a mess, but that’s to be expected at 3AM I suppose. I sat up next to her on her bed, her eyes fixated on the small television screen in the corner.  “I like this kind of shows,” she muffled with a mouth full of bistig and rice.

I sat up and watched the show with her and fell asleep. It has been months since I had seen my mom, even though I saw her every day. I was always scared she would leave and never come back, either physically or mentally or both. Be that as it may, it was the greatest feeling to have her back, even at 3AM on a school night. 

I later found out the show was .hack//sign. To this day, the .hack francise remains to be my favorite anime/manga series. The voices that I heard were that of Princess Tsubaru and Tsukasa, over what was probably Yuki Kajiura’s “Fake Wings.” It’s a haunting song, but it’ll always bring back hope.

[Dear, my love sweet morning light wait for me, you’ve gone much farther too far]