“The pearls weren’t really white, they were a warm oyster beige, with little knots in between so if they broke, you only lost one. I wished my life could be like that, knotted up so that even if something broke, the whole thing wouldn’t come apart.”—Janet Fitch, White Oleander (via booksquoteslove)
Luke and I were looking at Hieronymus Bosch’s painting The Garden of Earthly Delights and discovered, much to our amusement, music written upon the posterior of one of the many tortured denizens of the rightmost panel of the painting which is intended to represent Hell. I decided to transcribe it into modern notation, assuming the second line of the staff is C, as is common for chants of this era.
so yes this is LITERALLY the 600-years-old butt song from hell
I can’t NOT reblog a 600 year old butt song from Hell.
The 600 year old butt song from Hell is back on my dash! Happy day!
I think I’m just a little too sad and a lot too angsty to be sitting around tumblr today. My sister’s has spent the past two weeks going around the state with her friend, and spending like 4 or 5 days down at my favorite beach, and I’ve left the house a whopping 3 or 4 times in the past 2-3 weeks. I went job hunting, I got a job, I still don’t have an orientation date, I unpacked my room, I threw out a bunch of shit, like I did everything I was supposed to do.
Going to see Zedd in Manhattan today, and going to spend some time up there with Julie, was supposed to be like my one thing before I get down to this working stuff again. Because the way target schedules their part-timers, I’m not going anywhere for a long time (instead of doing a few days with long shifts, they do a lot of days with short shifts).
But because JetBlue cancelled two back-to-back flights, there were too many people on the planes I could’ve taken, so I couldn’t go.
TL;DR- Shit happens in a series of events in a manner that I can’t make up, and now I’m just really sad cause the one thing I was supposed to do this summer, I don’t get to do.