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My mother once said “Lang Lang had a hand injury from excessive practice, and he couldn’t practise for THREE MONTHS. Imagine that! A /proper musician/ who does it ~every day- couldn’t practise for months.” And I swear in that moment I’ve never hated anyone more.


I’m bedbound and people (actually, person) talk to me about my ambitions post-recovery. I’m pressured to study music, and I’m /bedbound/.
Also, it just feels like what I wanted to do in high school. I’m a thoroughly different person now and I don’t know how that would influence any potential music making because I haven’t fucking touched an instrument for >1 year oh god.


I love left wing politicians who are really passionate about things they advocate for (see: Christine Milne’s speech on asylum seeker children in detention) but it just bugs me so much when they make emphatic statements without making sense or explaining (see: sarah hansen young’s everything - “they’re people!!!”)



perksofahunter:

jamesfactscalvin:

canwriteitbetterthanueverfeltit:

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Joan Rivers on the Ed Sullivan Show, 1967 (x)

HOW IN THE WORLD DID SHE TALK LIKE THIS BACK THEN AND END UP HOSTING A SHOW TEARING APART WHAT PEOPLE LOOK FOR A FRIGGING LIVING????

47 years in Hollywood and several thousand dollars in plastic surgery does that to a person.

You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become a villain.