Hey, I'm Melody. 20. Music Ed major (clarinet)
Baritone for the Husky Marching Band.
Marching band is my everything and I dream of living a life that would make George N. Parks proud.
DMA 08-09 WCU, 10 Umass
MGAMB 08, 09, 10
I want my rainbow back.
[30 Day Challenge]
♥ IB survivor
PS. Married life rocks!
sometimes my mood is ‘beyonce’
but other times its ‘white person in an infomercial’
University Place, USA
Groningen, The Netherlands
Great Falls, USA
Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina
Terneuzen, The Netherlands
Frankfurt/ Main, Germany
Enschede, The Netherlands
Doetinchem, The Netherlands
The Citadel, Gallifrey
Federal District, Mexico
New York, New York
Hillsborough, New Jersey
Black: I would date you.
Green: I think you’re cute.
Blue: You are my tumblr crush.
Grey: I wish you would notice me.
Purple: I don’t talk to you but I really love your blog.
Teal: We have a lot in common.
Yellow: FUCK ME, LET'S FUCK.
Orange: I don’t like your blog.
Brown: I don’t like you.
Pink: I think you are unattractive.
Red: I hate you with a burning passion.
White: Marry me.
ANYONE?? NO? OKAY.
BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN, MADONNA,
WAY BEFORE NIRVANA,
THERE WAS U2 AND BLONDIE,
AND MUSIC STILL ON MTV,
HER TWO KIDS IN HIGH SCHOOL TELL HER THAT SHE’S UNCOOL
BUT SHE’S STILL PRETTY PREOCCUPIED
You were waiting for this weren’t you
I waited my entire Tumblr career for this.
holy shit I never knew what those lyrics were
I was in LOVE with this song in freshamn year lol
^^wow (how did you not know what the lyrics were)
that not all television is mindless garbage
not all books are fine literature
not all video games are about murder and violence
and that things are often much more than they first appear to be
that art is powerful
and that it comes in many different forms
and from the most unexpected places
but that no one, no one, has the right to decide what is art and what isn’t.
Doctor Who is mindless garbage
and also thank you for removing the definition from “art” rendering it a completely useless word.
And no one? has the right to decide? Not even the artist?
And this picture,
I wouldn’t call it powerful but rather a poignant example of the horror of today’s “art.”