did you know that “friends” stands for:
- it’s joey
- everyone is friends
i have the sex appeal of a walrus.
just gonna say this: if someone has social anxiety and they ask you something akin to ‘are you mad at me’ or ‘do you hate me’, it isn’t because they don’t trust you, it’s because their brain literally tells them that all the time
it’s not a personal slight, it’s insecurity caused by mental illness
"I just feel so alone, even when I’m surrounded by other people."
Lost in Translation (2003)
Music has become a much larger part of my life than I ever intended it to be
im tired of things costing money
she was ABout to put a fukING BANDAGE ON It
yeah have u ever met a school nurse..
‘Twas the day after finals and all through the land
They were climbing from buses, teary-eyed, hand in hand.
Relieved and excited, parents waited around,
But the children they sent were nowhere to be found.
In their place were young men, standing taller and stronger,
And women with confidence, teenagers no longer.
Just a few months before, they were kids with a dream:
With hard work and luck, they’d be part of that team.
Auditions began, and these kids did soon learn
Luck doesn’t matter – this is something you earn.
Harder and longer they worked towards that goal.
Blood, sweat, and tears – they were in heart and soul.
Move-ins soon came, they packed up their gear
A duffel, a mattress, enough socks for a year.
Day after day, they toiled in the sun,
Work until spent…now let’s go for a run!
Meals from a truck, showers in groups,
Daybreak is here, time to rally the troops!
Tour finally starts, the first show is tonight
‘Round the country they’ll travel, and see some great sights.
The memories, and photos, and bonds that are made,
It’s the best part of drum corps, not a single would trade.
A new family grows, that always will last
Never has summer gone by so fast.
To Indy they travel, with new dreams tonight.
No matter the rankings, every corps shows their fight.
The air is on fire, and none can deny
The passion they have – we’re sure they can fly.
The end of the show, all out for retreat,
The scores are announced, seems the journey’s complete.
But they climb from the busses, not ready to part
Each member they hug has a piece of their heart.
A rookie, an age-out, staff, volunteer -
They’ve all joined a club that lasts year after year.
And if you listen closely, as they sleep in their beds,
You’ll hear drum beats and brass runs dance in their heads.
Theresa Connors Campbell
Spirit of Atlanta Family & Friends Facebook Page(via reaching-out-to-shore)
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