The Signs as Music Hoe Aesthetics
  • Aries:The slight rumbling you feel on the floor when you sit in front of the percussion
  • Taurus:the sound of the orchestra tuning, and you already feel your heart beating faster from a simple concert A
  • Gemini:The low chatter of anticipation from the audience before the performance
  • Cancer:Music torn at the edges with pencil writings scrawled all over the notes, a testament to somebody's time and passion
  • Leo:The feeling of playing a piece memorized; not just thinking about the notes but letting the music and your fingers work their magic
  • Virgo:The bright reflective lights on the keys of woodwinds and brass in the shining concert lights
  • Capricorn:When a person is so into the music that they start to dance and become a fluid structure, free and unbridled and emotional
  • Sagittarius:The feeling you get when you are in concert black with all of your friends, kind of like being a blurry smoke cloud in the night that moves together, breathes together, and performs together
  • Scorpio:when the string players are so into their music that their bow hairs start to fray and unravel and it's a mess of blurry lines moving like liquid silver
  • Libra:the conductor's arms, especially in staccato/scherzo moments, where movement is light and graceful and just there, showing its presence but not forcing it on
  • Aquarius:The adrenaline rush of playing a solo in a piece and the honor of standing up after it ends, where you have those few seconds just for you and only you
  • Pisces:The last note ringing around the air and the heavy, almost tangible silence which occurs for a microsecond afterwards
HADES : Each one of my ribs —I will open each one of my ribs with fingertips, break each one of my ribs, and allow you to dive your hands into my chest so you can feel the beating of my heart. I will show you that life isn’t always warm, isn’t always veiled in dusk and emerald.

PERSEPHONE : And I will spit between your ribs and you will survive on my contempt.
—  Pauline Albanese, The Closed Doors

The way he gently brushes his nose against hers before going in for another kiss. The loving gesture of his hand softly stroking a lock of her hair. How his thumb barely grazes her skin when he cradles her head.

I’m fine…

I have felt you
in my bones,
from my eyes to my stomach,
under my fingernails,
in my heart’s beat.

I have felt you
in the most delicious ways
stiff and sore,
loose lipped and drunk tongued.

I have felt you
in the softest of beds,
in the gentlest touch,
in the warmest embrace.

I have felt you
in everything I’ve done,

but I have never loved you.

—  Michelle K., He is Love, You Were Feelings.


concept: the flowers are enveloping every corner of this earth. your soul is blooming and the world around you is starting to wake up from it’s sleepy winter haze. you can feel the warmth from the light. your heart is beating and you are whole. your heart is not broken. you smile and you feel actual joy: you mean every word that you say and you are the light.

concept: the sun is rising and everything is quite, the world has not yet woken up. you don’t have any fears, you just know that good days are coming. you are pure and so worthy of the peace that you feel, you are exactly where you need to be and you feel the light.

concept: you are waiting for the subway and the world is hustling about and people are living their lives around you. your hands are intertwined with theirs and you are content with where you are this very moment. once you emerge from underneath and you step out into your neighborhood you can feel the rain drops on your skin. it’s light and cool and you can smell the rain. you slip on your raincoat and grab their hand again and you know that you’re going to be okay.

concept: it’s 9:46pm on a wednesday night and you’re laying in your fresh clean sheets. you roll over on your side and they are right next to you. you trace your fingers on their back and you write words of affirmation and you write words of love on that soft cotton shirt. they turn around and give you that smile that makes you feel at home. they bring you in, kiss you lightly on the lips and tell you how much they love you. you are simply in love, there’s nothing to regret and you just are living your life the best way that you can, things are good and you are happy.

—  deep breath baby, it’s going to be okay
There’s only you. No one else matters. They don’t even come close to you Everyone else is second best. There is only one you. I just want you. I don’t even look at other girls. You are the only one who matters. You are the only one who makes heart tremble. You. No one else.
—  Oko Ninjah (February 6th, 2014 at 9:50 pm)

If you must rest along the way in your journey, choose a safe place with good company but do not stay there. Rest is good, but it is not our home. Our journey will be filled with many ups and downs, times of grief and hardship. You will have moments where you feel so alone, frightened, and confused. You will question why you chose this path in the first place; it is in those moments that you must find a quiet place to rest, to lay down and watch the stars. You have a long way to go, so learn to love the silence of the path and the still moments where all you feel is the beating of your heart. See the beauty of all that is around you, learn to appreciate that every living thing has a journey to take, and that sometimes they will be with you in your own path.

You have come so far, you have conquered mountains and valleys. You may feel weary now, so rest traveler, rest and know that when you have reached home, there is going to be real rest and joy, real peace and comfort, your tears will be wiped away and your burden taken off. You are so brave to wake up every morning, so full of courage when you make the choice to take a step and then another. May your feet always lead you to wonderful places, and your heart beat with a strength that only you can hold.

Keep walking, weary traveler, never go back; for the path that lays ahead is full of beautiful unknowns and wonderful secrets that yearn for you to discover and love. Keep walking, and know that you are walking a path that is good for you.

—  T.B. LaBerge // Weary Traveler