I’m Casey! I love music (ranging from broadway to punk), reading (typically YA) and politics. Here I post whatever suits my fancy. My previous URL was 333coffins.
one time i texted my fireman dad saying something was “lit” and he responded “please dont say that”
My dad has a hard time playing magic the gathering with me cause he’s a dealer at a casino, and I see his soul leave his body every time I shuffle my cards.
i’m really over the idea that customers deserve unconditional respect from employees like nah bitch you deserve back the exact amount of respect you enter the store with. you throw a tantrum in public? you deserve to be escorted out in front of everyone and i hope it’s humiliating for you. you try to come in after close and don’t take “we’re closed” as an answer? you deserve to be told to leave and ignored. you insult the people providing services to you? you deserve to be refused service. if you don’t behave like a damn adult with impulse control and basic compassion, no one personally owes you a fucking thing my dude
My therapist, who is probably in her late 40′s, told me she never pursued more artistic opportunities in her younger years because one teacher told her she wasn’t a “good artist”. Now after taking art lessons the past few years she is pursuing an art therapy license.
I sit here and sing along to my iTunes remembering how I was punished as a child in elementary choir class which made me avoid choir like the plague as I grew older. I took band classes instead, which I stunk at, making me feel like I would always be a failure musically. Today, I can for the most part carry a tune and even harmonize, and can make up songs pretty quickly.
We need to remember that the arts are meant to be FUN, subjective, and a form of self expression instead of telling kids they are “good” or “bad”, “talented” and “not talented”. The arts are not meant to be graded.
can’t believe ‘coco from foster’s home for imaginary friends was born from a starving child’s dying dream as they spiraled into desperate insanity after getting stranded on an island’ isn’t an edgy theory but something the creator just casually brought up on his deviantart
(Coco is a bit complicated to explain but I’ll try. As you might know from “Good Wilt Hunting” Coco was found on a deserted island. Well I based her look on the images her creator was exposed to on the island. Her head is the palm trees that dominated the landscape. Her body is the crashed wreckage of the plane which brought her creator to the island. Her beak is a deflated rubber life raft. And her orange feet represent the sunburned feet that her creator stared at all day. Her name Coco comes from the Coconuts that her creator ate everyday. Her odd personality derives from the fact that her creator wasn’t mentally all quite there from being on the island for so long. Phew!!)
