I wanna see how many pianists are on Tumblr!

pianothings:

So…how about you reblog this if you play piano!




musicproblems:

Part 5 of my Valentines Series!

See all my valentines here!


vans-supreme:

My Dearest Allie,
I couldn’t sleep last night because I know that it’s over between us. I’m not bitter anymore, because I know that what we had was real. And if in some distant place in the future we see each other in our new lives, I’ll smile at you with joy and remember how we spent the summer beneath the trees, learning from each other and growing in love. The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds, and that’s what you’ve given me. That’s what I hope to give to you forever. I love you. I’ll be seeing you.
-Noah

vans-supreme:

My Dearest Allie,

I couldn’t sleep last night because I know that it’s over between us. I’m not bitter anymore, because I know that what we had was real. And if in some distant place in the future we see each other in our new lives, I’ll smile at you with joy and remember how we spent the summer beneath the trees, learning from each other and growing in love. The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds, and that’s what you’ve given me. That’s what I hope to give to you forever. I love you. I’ll be seeing you.

-Noah

(via never---forget---to---smile)


It always takes two. For relationships to work, for them to break apart, for them to be fixed.
Emily Giffin, Heart of the Matter (via simply-quotes)

(via simply-quotes)


I am the left brain. I am a scientist. A mathematician. I love the familiar. I categorize. I am accurate. Linear. Analytical. Strategic. I am practical. Always in control. A master of words and language. Realistic. I calculate questions and play with numbers. I am order. I am logic. I know exactly who I am.

I am the right brain. I am creativity. A free spirit. I am passion. Yearning. Sensuality. I am the sound of roaring laughter. I am taste. The feeling of sand beneath bare feet. I am movement. Vivid colors. I am the urge to paint on an empty canvas. I am boundless imagination. Art. Poetry. I sense. I feel. I am everything I wanted to be.

(via staring--out--to--sea)



Carry On

If you’re lost and alone or you’re sinking like a stone, Carry on.
May the past be the sound of your feet upon the ground, Carry on.


Maybe

Maybe one of these days I’ll actually have a relationship that won’t be a secret.
Maybe he’ll actually treat me like a princess because he truly cares about me.
Maybe he won’t just like me cause I’m a good kisser.
Maybe he’ll never try to cross my boundaries.
Maybe he’ll sing to me.
Maybe the things we do will be genuine.
Maybe I won’t be a rebound.
Maybe I won’t be the girl he cheats with.
Maybe he’ll think I’m more important than any other girl.
Maybe he won’t relive the past with me.
Maybe we’ll make new memories.
Maybe we could sit outside and watch the stars together.
Maybe he’ll love candles just as much as I do.
Maybe he’ll rub my back when I feel sad.
Maybe he’ll play with my hair while I fall asleep.
Maybe he’ll love to be with me.
Maybe I won’t hurry to fall asleep every night so I can escape reality.
Maybe he’ll like to hear me talk about school.
Maybe he’ll think I’m funny.
Maybe he’ll be my dream come true.
Maybe I’ll actually be the luckiest girl in the whole world.
Maybe he will take pride in my accomplishments.
Maybe he’ll beg me to sing for me.
Maybe he’ll love the songs I write for him.

And most of all, Maybe he’ll actually love me.