Today I’m learning to play the drums for Scene Five: The Camera Loves You. It’s a long way out of my comfort range- I’m used to singing and occasionally playing eclectic novelty-style instruments like the kazoo, the ukulele or a piano accordion. I once played the flute for three years.
Learning the drums is one of the bigger commitments I’ve made for a show- I know I’ll be locking myself in this room with a lot of YouTube tutorials in order to get this right. If I screw up the drums, the whole band scene won’t work.
shitty bro dudes getting salty about a girl not “taking care of herself” cause she got some vag stubble when they’re out here with dick and balls smelling like a freshly birthed velociraptor
arguably my best post
Reblogging for freshly birthed velociraptor.
Denial, the first stage of grief
The iPod, like the Walkman cassette player before it, allows us to listen to our music wherever we want. Previously, recording technology had unlinked music from the concert hall, the café, and the saloon, but now music can always be carried with us. Michael Bull, who has written frequently about the impact of the Walkman and the iPod, points out that we often use devices to ‘aestheticize urban space.’ We carry our own soundtrack with us wherever we go, and the world around us is overlaid with our music. Our whole life becomes a movie, and we can alter the score for it over and over again: one minute it’s a tragedy, and the next it’s an action film. Energetic, dreamy, or ominous and dark: everyone has their own private movie going on in their heads, and no two are the same….Theodor Adorno… called this situation ‘accompanied solitude,’ a situation where we might be alone, but we have the ability via music to create the illusion that we are not.
There are no bargains between lions and men. I will kill you and eat you raw.
i hate it how u try so ard to be a feminist. youre a man, im a man. why dont u live up to ur blog and act like a man. — Anonymous
How about you take a big step back and literally fuck your own face? If I want to support women in every way possible short of cutting my own dick off, I’ll support each and every one of them like a damn D cup.
When I have a little girl I want her to understand men like you. If she’s pushed around by a boy I want her to push back twice as hard. I want her to know she is strong, she is powerful, her heart is twice as big. I do not want her to be afraid. Least of all by a man. I want her to never apologize for loving herself, for loving who she is and what she is. To never just accept the love that she thinks she deserves. Her virginity is hers and she’s allowed to wait however long she wants. What she chooses to wear is what she chooses to wear. That she is allowed to not be interested. Masturbation is for everyone. Without women, man is nothing. You are yours. Not theirs. Be ashamed of the men shouting those rude things at you from the speeding car, not yourself. The difference between nice guys and “nice” guys.
When I have a little man, I never want him to feel belittled by “real men” such as yourself. I want him to know that it’s okay. It’s okay to cry. It’s okay to like the color pink. If boys call him gay I want him to plant his feet firmly into this earth and ask, “How is that be a bad thing?” I want him to know what the word misogynist means. What consent is, and how god damn important it is. I want him to know that those things walking around with boobs and two sets of lips are women, and women are to be treated with respect. That a gentleman, not a stud, is what you should aim to be. That its not about how many you fuck. When a girl says no then all bets are off, thank her for her time and walk. A woman’s claim on herself is absolute. A girl who says she’s lesbian isn’t playing hard to get. Rape is a no no. Taking advantage is a no no. Don’t leave your drink unattended. Don’t touch anyone else’s. You aren’t entitled to someones body. We are not lions. We are not wolves. We are men. They are women.
And in the end, we’re all in it together.
it’s late and i really just need a hug or a shit load of vodka
In one of my film classes last semester we had to tell a story in 3 pictures for a mini assignment so my friend and I did this
Never have I hit reblog so quickly.
All little girls should see this. Truly inspiring!
Who’s the one in the top picture not repeated in her own? Round glasses and red sparkly pants?
I thinks she’s Gloria Steinem