@ all of 2016

why are there waiting lists for preschools!!! babies are so small!! 800 could fit in one room just stack them 

(photo by TechnicallyRon)

im both people

person writing this: gemini, scorpio, aquarius, capricorn, libra, virgo, aries

the wife: PISCES, cancer, leo, taurus

don’t even get me started

Okay

thanks

this is the quality stuff i wanna see on my feed

This makes me so happy

AAWWWWWWWWW!!!! My heart melts!! 

Fucking kids.

@pyotrtchaikovsky-official what the heck is this

@official-clara obviously it’s true i mean have you heard any of my music

yes but I refuse to call you that

#chengdu /// #Streetscape photo by 葡萄八月 ///#china #sichuan

My biggest fear is taking a screenshot of a convo and accidentally sending it to the same person 

All you have to do is say, “What did you mean when you said this?” In reference to the screenshot you accidentally sent. That way it looks like you sent it on purpose.

Reblog to save a life

Stay away from people who use what you’ve told them in private against you.

Stay away from people who use you in private and don’t claim you in public.

Stay away from people.

on teachers and lessons and fuck ups

Studying to be a musician is hilarious, because it forces us, esp at college age, to be in a very weird position. Like, we respect, fear, love, and sometimes have grown up borderline worshiping our teachers depending on who your teacher is, but also we sort of have to grudgingly allow our teachers to see us at our absolute worst. Like who in this world has seen you mess up straight up zillions of times? Your teacher. Who is the person you go to for advice when you start hating your instrument? Probably (hopefully) your teacher. Who is the person who sees you, at some point in your life, stumbling into lesson exhausted af, not put together in the slightest, and probably not in any condition to play your instrument? Your teacher. 

And it’s really funny because a lot of the time, if you have a good teacher, when you actually sit down to think about how good your teacher is at their instrument and how much they’ve done, 99% of the time the absolute LAST PERSON you want to fuck up anything in front of is your teacher and yet… here you are… once a week… fucking shit up in front of your teacher and praying that they don’t notice, but they do, and they call you out on it, but typically they won’t punish you or be angry at your humanity either. They feel you. 

The literal very first time I played for my teacher, long before he actually became my teacher, I sat there shaking and so fucking nervous that I actually could not play a C Major scale. C FUCKING MAJOR. I wanted the floor to swallow me up and I looked at him, expecting to die a painful death because I’d been playing for 8 years at that point and I should know, at the very least, how to C Major. He just said, “Hey, you’re okay. You have to understand that the worst you will ever play is for your teacher. It’s like that for everyone and that’s a good thing.It’s just part of getting used to the performance nerves.” I never forgot that. (still nervous as hell every time i enter a lesson tho, but i go into it accepting the fact that at some point in the next hour I’m probably gonna screw something up royally) 

“You don’t have to say thank you, it’s their job.”

YOU ARE LITERALLY THE WORST PERSON

Why would you teach your child to be rude and ungrateful. Literally why.

Fun fact: My mom taught me to thank EVERYONE. I thank the bus driver, I thank the guy at the Taco Bell drive-through window…I THANK THE TACO BELL MACHINE THE PERSON TALKS THROUGH. The sad thing is…almost everyone I know thinks this is weird. I’ve had people look at me funny because I thank the bus driver for being there because if he wasn’t I couldn’t get home safely. My friends question me because I’m thanking Taco-Bell guy because where else am I going to get cheap, crappy, delicious food for 3 drunk ass people at 2am? It’s called being a human being. Try it.

If someone does something, anything from doing dishes to picking up something you dropped to holding the door for you, you say thank you. They did something for you they didn’t have to so they deserve a thank you. It’s called appreciating the community you live in and the people around you.

For real. A lesson men in particular need to learn.

I just came back from LA today and let me tell ya, men aren’t the problem. It’s just rude ass self entitled shits who need to learn

Installations by David Ogle

David Ogle born in 1987 graduated from Lancaster University with a 1st class BA in Fine Art History and Practice in 2009, and an MA with a Distinction in Contemporary Arts Research in 2012. 

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