YES LADIES PLEASE DONT BUY THINGS YOU NEED FOR NORMAL BODILY FUNCTIONS AROUND US GUYS.

Am I the only one distressed that he included toothbrushes on this list?

i didn’t reblog this before, but this got better.

so ppl know

I’m so relieved that he wasn’t serious and I’m sure his dentist is too

dude I’ve seen this post a thousand times and I NEVER saw the last bit and I am so shook.

I legitimately thought he was serious before now as well

In our defence, would it really be a shock if somewhere out there are men who seriously believe stuff like “Lol toothpaste is FOR GIRLS”

I cannot understand people who aren’t amazed by languages.

Who don’t want to hear about them

Who think languages are “too hard” to learn

Who think it is an useless thing to do

Who think (insert language) is boring/useless/ugly

Who aren’t interested in learning things about them

Same

Want this

The keyboard in the choir room has really cool instrument settings and this sort of happened…

Tadhdf when you just can’t figure out what personality type you are because you’re everything at the same time.

Like… do I like to plan things ahead or do I prefer improvisation? Well I tend to plan first and then impulsively ditch that plan and do something entirely different.

Do I rely more on logic or feelings? My dude, the very reason why I’m so bad at making decisions is because I’m simultaneously a cold rationalist and an oversensitive crybaby and those two sides of me are constantly fighting for dominance.

that executive dysfunction feel when you want to eat but there are too many steps in the process between you and food

Why I don't cook

when ur fidgeting with a pen and it just flies fuckin. halfway across the room and you just try to pretend like you didn’t just launch a small projectile instead of writing notes with it like ur fukn supposed to do

I used to do this all the time in Latin my freshman year. Years later one of my classmates became one of my close friends and she told me that she used to come to class just to see how many times I’d lose my pen that day.

Omg

this was printed on ancient paper that bordered parchment in a house I did repairs in and it scared me

it’s so fucked up when my mood just drops totally, like.. not even slowly or in a transition, it just drops. i’ll never get used to it. it’s like my brain is yelling at me “be unhappy you piece of shit”

Worssttt

Today I got to my theory class a little late, as did most of us. and my professor sat down and asked, “Why are you guys here? Where do you want to be after you get your masters, where should i look for you in 5 years? What’s your dream?”

And is started out as a fun little exercise as a few people answered and shared that they wanted to be teachers or open up their own studios or be a conductor. But then Dr. Olander slowly went around the room and asked every single person to share. And each person’s eyes lit up and they smiled and they spoke softly about what lead them to this school and what they wanted to do with their degree, what their interests are and how they wanted to use their degree to help others or spread music or make a difference. 

Every person. 15+ people. It took nearly the whole class period. And Dr. Olander finished and said she was just curious and didn’t mean to take up the whole class talking about that, but she thought it was good to stop sometimes and remember why you’re here, where you’re going, who you are and what your dreams are. 

I started crying in the middle of class bc it had been so long since i had stopped to remember why i love music and why i want a masters and how badly i want to use it to change people’s lives with music the way mine was. 

So stop for a second. Don’t think about how much you’ve practiced this week, or your grades or your classes or scholarships or jobs or anything. Really stop. Stop and ask yourself, 

Why am I here? Where do i want to be in 5 years? Why do I love this? What is my dream?

Remember who you are. Stop and dust your dreams off, and remember.