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Marching BandddThis is when you can tell that you're in marching band...or you're just obsessed with it. XD
Bolds are ones that somewhat fit me. XD
Italics are comments
1. When you don't mind changing on the bus.
2.When being mauled by a drum is a normal part of life.
3.When your instrument has a name. BOB~ XD
4.When your friends know your instruments name
5.When your non-band friends know your instruments name ...lol. XD
6.When you name your plume We don't get our own plumes...but I just call mine 'Plumey' XD
7.When you accidently call your band director "Dad"...or 'Mom.'..oops Did that once...or twice. To a few band teachers
8. When your front teeth are chipped by your instument. That just happened not too long ago! XD
9.When you have a neck strap tan line or a flutist friend tan line.
10.When you still have concert music from 3 years ago memorized.
11.When you listen to the r
Contest entry: Germany x Reader: The letter.
______ rolled around in the dark red sheets. Opening her eyes, she saw the clock say 11:00. "How could I sleep so late?" She whined. It's been happening a lot lately, weather she goes to bed early or not. She's always so tired now.
Germany had already left to do training with his friend's Kiku and Feliciano, so she had an hour by herself. She rolled out of bed and landed flat on the floor, face up, staring at the ceiling. ______ wasn't very much like Ludwig at all, she was Prussia's friend when they met, a cousin to Francis and an acquaintance to Spain. She liked to party, play wingman, make jokes, and dance around. She didn't do much of that since she met Ludwig, but she was still so happy. Just knowing that she lived with him was enough to make her heart beat faster.
She rolled over and went into the bathroom to freshen up. Her hair was everywhere this morning, a little more than usual. She played around with it, trying to do a braid, but failed and ended up just putting it in
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
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