Lucent in Tenebris

I'm Emily. I like the universe and its contents.

composers: a summary

  • vivaldi: 3 billion concertos hhaha
  • cpe bach: who am i
  • mozart: sunshine and smiles
  • haydn: i basically invented every single genre lol
  • beethoven: ANGST ANGST ANGST and triplets and going deaf
  • chopin: my soUL
  • paganini: hahhaha noobs
  • liszt: AHAHAHHAHA noobs
  • alkan: fck ur fingers lol
  • brahms: cLARA
  • schubert: im a mushroom
  • wagner: have a twenty year long opera lol and leitmotifs
  • tchaikovsky: boom boom cannons
  • rachmaninoff: HANDS
  • debussy: sevenths and modes and whole tones awww yiss
  • ravel: bitch please ninths elevenths quadrillionths
  • holst: who needs stringed instruments ha anD I HATE THE PLANETS
  • prokofiev: lol get out of my way conventional tonality i will modulate in one measure to f double fuckflat minor and stay there for a page
  • cage:
  • reich: rrrrererreeepepeepeppppeeeaaaeaeaeaeeaaaatattatttt
  • stravinsky: da da da da da DA da da
  • schoenberg: (/79jjsOO##jksi&@'
  • satie: im funny
  • "For a star to be born, there is one thing that must happen: a gaseous nebula must collapse.

    So collapse.
    This is not your destruction.

    This is your birth."


    Hello again tumblr I’ve missed you.



The great-great-great grandchildren of Dickens take a selfie with him on his 202nd birthday.

this is a very important thing that everyone needs to see.

I just teared up a lil bit
    "Compassion hurts. When you feel connected to everything, you also feel responsible for everything. And you cannot turn away. Your destiny is bound with the destinies of others. You must either learn to carry the Universe or be crushed by it. You must grow strong enough to love the world, yet empty enough to sit down at the same table with its worst horrors."
    Andrew Boyd, Daily Afflictions: The Agony of Being Connected to Everything in the Universe (via larmoyante)

    (via illeonedipietra)

    "hold my hand.
    while i pull
    out of the burning house."
    nayyirah waheed (via nayyirahwaheed)

    Why go to sleep when you can wallow in existential depression?

    "sometimes i have to wake early. to cook flowers into my sentences.
    sometimes i have to eat a word three times. before i can write it.
    sometimes there is no weight or breath in the translation. (and my skin is angry and does not want to speak to me.
    it tells me it is not. a secret language.)
    sometimes i want to say it. and there is nothing in english. that will say it.
    sometimes. my heart and my mouth. have different dreams at the same time. and there is not enough language in english to speak both.
    often. i do my best to make english a sound from myself.
    some days, i have moments when i forget. it is not mine.
    many days, i feel it in my teeth."
    nayyirah waheed (via nayyirahwaheed)

    (via nayyirahwaheed)

    "I said to the sun, ‘Tell me about the big bang.’ The sun said, ‘it hurts to become.’"