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She had a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach, like when you’re swimming and you want to put your feet down on something solid, but the water’s deeper than you think and there’s nothing there.
Julia Gregson, East of the Sun (via feellng)

tomatotaster:

That’s it. That’s literally all you need to know about band.

notchicken:

*releases 420 cows into a field* hahahaha graze it

a-high-school-seniors-band-blog:

frozen-void:

supernaturally-marvelous:

friendly reminder that this man is that man

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I will always remember you Ab-less Pratt 

Band Camp

You remember too much,
my mother said to me recently.

Why hold onto all that? And I said,
Where can I put it down?
Anne Carson, from “The Glass Essay (via tabularasae)
  #:(  

samwinchestersmoose:

when i went out to go see Maleficent, when i saw this fairy

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I was like “Haha that looks like Umbridge”

and then she changed into a human 

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And I was like “HOLY SHIT THAT IS UMBRIDGE!!111!”

and a couple rows behind me, I heard someone say “You must not tell lies” and I lost it

batferret:

That artist feel when

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"shit that’s not right, let’s try again"

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"FUCK"

do you ever just realize how bad your voice sounds

vagiants:

Me: *before I take my first bite*

Mom: is it good?

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Song: Zoey 101 Theme Song
Plays: 677,625

You know I really don’t get it. These kids work so hard, and instead of praise they are left with the last few scraps of a holiday dinner.

I’ve seen them out there at 5 in the morning and 10 at night. I’ve seen them on Halloween and Memorial Day. I’ve seen them running laps around the school because some sports team took the stadium from them when it was rightfully theirs, but instead of bitching about it they said “it’s time to get stronger”.

I’ve heard them talk about themselves. They really think they’re nothing special. They have heard what we all have to say about how easy what they do is. They use to shout in protest but soon realized we had already turned around to cheer on the ball game.

They speak in this secret language of fermatas and thirty second notes and dot books and subsets, but we seem to have translated the word crescendo into ‘worthless’.

I hear the football team talk about them. ‘I can’t believe the school gives them all that money, I mean they just come to play at our games!’ and I want to scream at the top of my very lungs that they do so much more than ride a bus and perform at half-time. I wanted to smash some sense into their heads. I want for just one second for everyone to see the stigma they had created.

But I wouldn’t. Who would listen? Who would stop to hear that every summer they wake up at 4 am and work until 11 pm to perfect 12 minutes? Who would stop to care that 100 kids struggle to wear their uniforms every year because they are falling apart at the seams, but the soccer team buys new ones every year?

Why is it that when 100 kids run across a field they earn respect, but when 100 kids run across a field with metal in their hands they earn malice and laughter?

Look at them. Look how amazing they are. Look how hard they work with what little they are given. Look at how they still take pride in the broken puzzle of a program the school board dishes out to them every year.

For God’s sake, just look at them.

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I swear I’m about to cry, man..

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This is beautiful

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  #amazing  
If you’re sad, add more lipstick and attack.
Coco Chanel | consider it done.  (via thatkindofwoman)

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