It amazes me that I can accurately type at top speed without looking at my keyboard but still pour water down my shirt ‘cause I missed my mouth in general.
- swiggity swag
- something john green
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- tag pizza
- bulleted list
- w HAT
- finish in italics
|Side one:||Pictures of Starbucks and girls who have dip-dyed hair|
|Side two:||People crying over fictional gay couples|
|Side three:||genuinely fucked up people looking for support and a place they don't have to hide. An escape.|
|Side five:||Bad jokes|
you know what really annoys me
when famous youtubers/tumblr users/celebrities etc are in a relationship with someone
and the fan base says they ‘dont like that ship’ or ‘they dont ship it’
its like HOLY SHIT STOP YOU FUCKING FREAKS
THAT IS A REAL RELATIONSHIP
THIS IS NOT A JOKE, THIS IS NOT A CARTOON OR A COMIC OR A TV SHOW
THIS IS SOMEONES REAL LIFE RELATIONSHIP WHO THEY HAVE REAL FEELINGS WITH
YOU CAN’T SAY YOU DONT LIKE THAT SHIP BECAUSE’S YOU CAN’T
“Guys. If that plane just crashed into us and we all died…. we wouldn’t have to go to rehearsal anymore.”
Amen. I dunno about other kids, but that’s exactly what band and orchestra were for me in high school: a safe place.
Heidi is also my favorite person on the planet. She just gets it.
Some students would never get through school if it had not been for band. Band was their safe place. Band was their home. Band made everything else tolerable. I look at my current band, and I know there are students in it who succeeded in academics because band got them through the tough times.