“Both my parents loved music,” he said
abruptly. “My father played the violin, my mother the qin. I chose the
violin, though I could have learned either. I regretted it sometimes, for there
are melodies of China I cannot play on the violin, that my mother would have
liked me to know. She used to tell me the story of Yu Boya, who was a great
player of the qin. He had a best friend, a woodcutter named Zhong Ziqi, and he
would play for him. They say that when Yu Boya played a song of water, his
friend would know immediately that he was describing rushing rivers, and when
he played of mountains, Ziqi would see their peaks. And Yu Boya would say, ‘It
is because you understand my music.’” Jem looked down at his own hand,
curled loosely on his knee. “People still use the expression 'zhi yin’ to
mean 'close friends’ or 'soul mates,’ but what it really means is
'understanding music.’” He reached up and took her hand. “When I
played, you saw what I saw. You understand my music."
roses, roses, laid upon your bedspread, oh my, all this, all this i know: but every night i kiss you, you’ll say in my ear ‘ oh we’re in love, aren’t we? ‘ hands in your hair, fingers and thumbs, baby. i feel safe when you’re holding me near, love the way that you conquer your fear.
Hi! I want to start a simblr but I can't edit to save my life, do you have any tips? like any really simple free editing software i could use or if there is a way to make my screenies still look good without editing? Thank you in advance!
hey!! you could use gimp, its free and easy to use!! you should check this previous ask to find a way of editing :-) i can’t personally recommend you any other editing software bc i only used gimp. but some simblrs edit their screenshots using pixlr so maybe you could give it a try? :-) your screenshots can still look good if you use a good lighting!!! you should use the flat lights they give the perfect lighting to me :-) and if you don’t edit, interiors are also really important i think!!
“I will make you a promise. Every year, Tessa, on one day, I will meet you on that bridge. I will come from the Silent City and I will meet you, and we will be together, if only for an hour. But you must tell no one.”
“An hour every year,” Tessa whispered. “It is not much.” She recollected herself then, and took a deep breath. “But you will live. You will live. That is what is important. I will not be visiting your grave.”