Welcome to my mind.

"Drum corps is an odd term to try and explain to those who don’t know exactly what it is. Simply put, it is professional marching band. It involves sleeping on gym floors and being on coach buses all night long, showering in low-pressure showers in high school locker rooms, and washing my clothes every 2 weeks if I’m lucky. To those who don’t know anything about it, it seems like the worst kind of hell, but to me? This is my escape, it is my paradise. This is where I strive for perfection every second of the day, and have a performance quality that is unparalleled and untouched by anyone who dared to mimic it. It’s where we cry, laugh, sweat, and bleed. It’s where I watch my body crumble, but also become the strongest it’s ever been. This is my niche, my sanctuary. This is my family, and it’s where I walk away holding onto relationships that make what I have back home shallow in comparison. I couldn’t imagine any other activity shaping the person I am today."

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jahkc:

almostchemical:

sageofmagic:

neutralistic:

lamod-e:

i would never leave this bed

perfect

I just imagine making that into a giant nest of warm blankets and watching rain fall down on the roof

I WANT THIS SO BAD

Stargazing would be amazing in a room like this!!!! (if it was far from light pollution)

Image watching comets! meteor showers! Setting up a sizable telescope in you room and marvel at the rings of Saturn or Jupiter and its moons!!!!

hnnnng

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"Drum corps is an odd term to try and explain to those who don’t know exactly what it is. Simply put, it is professional marching band. It involves sleeping on gym floors and being on coach buses all night long, showering in low-pressure showers in high school locker rooms, and washing my clothes every 2 weeks if I’m lucky. To those who don’t know anything about it, it seems like the worst kind of hell, but to me? This is my escape, it is my paradise. This is where I strive for perfection every second of the day, and have a performance quality that is unparalleled and untouched by anyone who dared to mimic it. It’s where we cry, laugh, sweat, and bleed. It’s where I watch my body crumble, but also become the strongest it’s ever been. This is my niche, my sanctuary. This is my family, and it’s where I walk away holding onto relationships that make what I have back home shallow in comparison. I couldn’t imagine any other activity shaping the person I am today."

(via freefifteen)

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This weekend was just…awesome.

God, I love drum corps so much.

Sure, CV might not be the “best” corps, and it’s just a small DCA corps that only meets/rehearses on weekends, does 4-5 shows per season, and is rather small…

But ya know what? I love it. It’s fantastic. It’s everything I WISH my high school marching band was. Sure, I’d love to be on the drumline, but I’m loving the pit just as much. It’s fun/challenging stuff, and sounds awesome as fuck, especially when we add in the battery & corps. 

The people here make me WANT to do better, and become a better musician/player/percussionist. I’m not in an area where I’m like 4-6 levels above everyone else. I mean, I do feel slightly above some of the others in some aspects, but I’m below a lot of them in others. It makes me want to do more and get better, honestly. And I love it. 

Plus, everyone else in the corps is just awesome n friendly to basically everyone. I mean, yeah, it’s not perfect, it has it’s little issues n stuff, but overall? It’s awesome. Everyone seems to get along very well, everyone helps each other out…it’s just great. Met a dude on the snareline today, nice as could be. Talked about the show, what our respective sections had been doing, etc. It was nice, honestly. 

This season is just gonna kick ass, plain and simple.

I knew it was a good idea to audition.

CV. Carpe Caelum. 

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yellowfur:

This was a whole Night of Drawing and I´m totally finished now, cause I really wanted to finish them till Valentines Day !

I wish you all a Happy Valentines Day !!!

(via sarias-song)

siindy:

Let’s get lost in the city.

Cellphones off, no maps, no plans .. just you, me, and the city lights. Let’s walk aimlessly and stumble upon late night cafes and hole in the wall restaurants. Let’s find art exhibits, hip hop joints, record stores, fashion boutiques, and buy token things to remember the night. Let’s eat the food off the carts, and take pictures of everything. Everything, darling — everything.

Glance at me from time to time and wrap your arms around me if you sense a mere shiver. Don’t offer me your jacket, since I would hate for you to feel discomfort, but offer me the warmth of your presence. Let’s pose, run, skip, jump, climb, walk — to nowhere and everywhere. Let’s lose ourselves, only to find ourselves yet again. Let’s strike conversations with all walks of life, and meet people along this journey.

Catch me staring at you, and smirk — okay? Let me know you caught me at the act, but assure me with a slanted grin that you reciprocate my feeling of pride in having you by my side.

Let’s forget about the past, get lost in the present, and daydream about our future.

Let’s find the perfect downtown loft, and pretend to go “home” to it. Let’s greet the door-man like old friends, and ask about a resident that doesn’t exist. Let’s just see if he pretends to know what we’re talking about, just to remain polite and professional. Let’s walk away laughing, and stumble off like drunks in the night.

Let’s find a fountain and toss pennies in with cynical mindsets. Let’s make pointless wishes for millions of dollars, perfect futures, and a happily everlasting relationship. Let’s make smart remarks about the absurdity of our actions and express our doubts in the actuality of our wishes coming true. Let’s have a witty banter laced with sarcasm and quick humor, but continue throwing pennies in regardless. Let’s be hypocrites, but hopeless romantics at the same time. Let’s dream — realistically.

Let’s get lost in the city. You, me, and the city lights. Let’s get lost in the hustle and bustle of the sounds, and allow our hearts to beat with the bass of the night at hand. Let’s take pictures of every waking moment, as to not forget the night.

Let’s have a perfect night.

Just one.

You, me, and the city lights.

- ciafloetry

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lshittyme:

ionlyblogturtles:

livingmywayeveryday:

vickified:

“If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?”

lol yes, so then i can shave.

Has anyone written a book about this yet? I think it’d be interesting!!!!!!

     One minute, 37 seconds.
     My legs are shaking. Holy cow, there is no way I can do this. None.
     One minute, 29 secods.
     I glance around at the faces surrounding the room. Of course my Meeting would take place in the gross, overcrowded cafeteria.
     One minute, six seconds.
     Somewhere within these four walls, someone has the exact same countdown on their wrist. They’re going through the exact same pressure as me.
      54 seconds.
     Mom said I should be excited, not nervous. Yet I still find myself wiping my sweaty palms on my dress. I can’t believe she talked me into wearing a dress. I mean, shouldn’t  my Soul Mate meet me as I normally am? All plain jeans, blah shirts, and wild brown curls?
     30 seconds.
     Something deep within me tells me to stand up. I do, drawing the attention of my tablemates. They all know too. They smile encouragingly up at me. I chew my lip nervously.
     25 seconds.
     That same feeling pulls me towards the center of the room. My stomach drops away from me as I take a step in that direction.
     20 seconds.
     I continue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up.
     19. Faster.
     18. Quicker.
     17. More rapid.
     16.  It’s racing.
     Oh my god this is it. The moment my life changes forever.
     My eyes search frantically around the cafeteria, searching for someone who looks as nervous as me. For someone who’s heading towards their future with no sense of direction like me.
     10 seconds.
     The feeling directs me slightly to the left. I turn to accomodate.
     5. My heart has given up entirely.
     4. I stop walking.
     3. Just waiting left.
     2. Everything is about to change.
     1. Deep breath.

     0000 d 00 h  00 m  00 s

     Someone bumps my shoulder. I twirl around and my gray eyes meet blue, blue ones.
     “Hello there, love. It appears as though we’re Soul Mates then, eh?”
     As my words fail me, the only thing I can think is “I’m so glad I shaved this morning.”

^^^ THIS IS AMAZING

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ezelacrosse:

Batman’s logos evolution.

(via walkinganothercountry)

thebigpixture:

Get it Green!

(via fyeahdrumcorps)

Here is the “I Am” Poem I just wrote for Communiations.

sadtubaplayer:

I am a musician

My body feels the rhythm my mind syncopates the rhymes

Tapping my foot helps to keep me in time

I watch the conductor to find the beat

Playing all my notes with a tone so neat

I sit strong filled with air

Rooted to the ground beneath my chair

Music is the air to my lungs

Without it my song goes unsung

The music flows deep within my veins

If I am not performing I am going insane

I am a musician

(via breatheprepwhale)

fawun:

People always think that when you sleep together, there’s always something that is happening in between the sheets and the bed. But let me tell you, It’s not always like that. The feeling of actually hugging each other until you fall asleep, the warmth of each other’s breath, and the total happiness in the morning when you wake up right beside him. Everything may sound too good to be true, but sometimes it takes a lot of responsibility and love to be able to be as wholesome as possible. Sleeping with your special someone is one of the most heartwarming experiences you’ll ever have. No nothing, simply hugging and smiling yourself to sleep.

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wicked-naughty-diva:

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