three-steps-apart

the members of an orchestra

violins I: we're the superstars fuck everyone else its all about us
violins II: why do we always get the boring parts
flutes: we're so lonely
piccolo: lol fk your ears
french horns: and im not even french hONHONHON BAGUETTE
oboes: IM SORRY I TUNED BEFORE I SWEar
violas: evERYONE ALWAYS FKUCING FRORGETS ABOUT US
trumpets: wats 'p'
trombones: wats quiet
bassoons: im so posh but i really just honk like a truck
clarinet: *squeaks*
timpani: EVERYONE LOVES ME BOM BOM BOM BOM BOM BOM BOM
bass clarinet: lol where am i
tuba: *waits for a wagner piece to do something exciting*
harp: im just a more sophisticated piano
piano: FUCK YOU HARP I GET CONCERTOS WRITTEN FOR ME SCREW EVERYTHING WHO NEEDS AN ORCHESTRA WHEN YOU CAN PLAY EVERYTHING ON ME IM THE STAR OF EVERYTIHNG
english horn: im literally only useful for dvorak's 9th like what am even i doing here
basses: semibreves, tied to a semibreve, tied to a minim, tied to a crotchet, oh wait a quaver wow exciting ok back to semibreves
cornets: trumpet wannabe
cymbals: BOOM CRASH CRASH CRASH CRASH IM SRO HAPYP CRASH CRAHS
xylophones: am i meant to be here?
triangles:
bass drum: MY TIME TO SHINE FUCK YOU ALL
❝ I’m an adult, but not like a real adult ❞

- anyone between the ages of 18 and 25 (via prettyboystyles)

flyawaymax:

learning to draw is like driving on the highway like yeah sure you need to be watching other people but you REALLY need to focus on your own lane and your own destination or youre gonna follow that stupid fucking minivan all the way to tuskegee and then what. you didnt want to go to tuskegee. why did you follow that van look now youre in fucking tuskegee.

radsanta:

radsanta:

a cute boy randomly started texting me and is being rly nice to me?//????

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I HATE BOYS

marcoereus:

I’m so tired of people telling me German is an “ugly, angry” language. When my German teacher tells us jokes it’s the sweetest, happiest language in the world. When I teach my father the word for daughter he smiles, repeating “Tochter” to himself until he gets it right, and in that moment German sounds like pride. There’s nothing angry or ugly about a language that never says goodbye, only “until we meet again.”

flowermetaphors:

imageif you’re a terrorist

imageand I’m a terrorist

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