My Dreams Are Taking Over Me

il-tenore-regina:

thalensis:

[Image description: Helen Keller sits by a radio, with her hand over it, in order to feel the vibrations of the music playing]
Helen Keller wrote the following letter to the New York Symphony Orchestra in 1924, describing listening to the “Ninth Symphony” composed by Beethoven - who was also deaf - over the radio: 

“Dear Friends:
I have the joy of being able to tell you that, though deaf and blind, I spent a glorious hour last night listening over the radio to Beethoven’s “Ninth Symphony.” I do not mean to say that I “heard” the music in the sense that other people heard it; and I do not know whether I can make you understand how it was possible for me to derive pleasure from the symphony. It was a great surprise to myself. I had been reading in my magazine for the blind of the happiness that the radio was bringing to the sightless everywhere. I was delighted to know that the blind had gained a new source of enjoyment; but I did not dream that I could have any part in their joy. Last night, when the family was listening to your wonderful rendering of the immortal symphony someone suggested that I put my hand on the receiver and see if I could get any of the vibrations. He unscrewed the cap, and I lightly touched the sensitive diaphragm. What was my amazement to discover that I could feel, not only the vibration, but also the impassioned rhythm, the throb and the urge of the music! The intertwined and intermingling vibrations from different instruments enchanted me. I could actually distinguish the cornets, the roil of the drums, deep-toned violas and violins singing in exquisite unison. How the lovely speech of the violins flowed and plowed over the deepest tones of the other instruments! When the human voices leaped up thrilling from the surge of harmony, I recognized them instantly as voices more ecstatic, upcurving swift and flame-like, until my heart almost stood still. The women’s voices seemed an embodiment of all the angelic voices rushing in a harmonious flood of beautiful and inspiring sound. The great chorus throbbed against my fingers with poignant pause and flow. Then all the instruments and voices together burst forth – an ocean of heavenly vibration – and died away like winds when the atom is spent, ending in a delicate shower of sweet notes.
Of course this was not “hearing,” but I do know that the tones and harmonies conveyed to me moods of great beauty and majesty. I also sense, or thought I did, the tender sounds of nature that sing into my hand-swaying reeds and winds and the murmur of streams. I have never been so enraptured before by a multitude of tone-vibrations.
As I listened, with darkness and melody, shadow and sound filling all the room, I could not help remembering that the great composer who poured forth such a flood of sweetness into the world was deaf like myself. I marveled at the power of his quenchless spirit by which out of his pain he wrought such joy for others – and there I sat, feeling with my hand the magnificent symphony which broke like a sea upon the silent shores of his soul and mine.” 


This woman just described the art of music more perfectly than most hearing musicians.

il-tenore-regina:

thalensis:

[Image description: Helen Keller sits by a radio, with her hand over it, in order to feel the vibrations of the music playing]

Helen Keller wrote the following letter to the New York Symphony Orchestra in 1924, describing listening to the “Ninth Symphony” composed by Beethoven - who was also deaf - over the radio: 

“Dear Friends:

I have the joy of being able to tell you that, though deaf and blind, I spent a glorious hour last night listening over the radio to Beethoven’s “Ninth Symphony.” I do not mean to say that I “heard” the music in the sense that other people heard it; and I do not know whether I can make you understand how it was possible for me to derive pleasure from the symphony. It was a great surprise to myself. I had been reading in my magazine for the blind of the happiness that the radio was bringing to the sightless everywhere. I was delighted to know that the blind had gained a new source of enjoyment; but I did not dream that I could have any part in their joy. Last night, when the family was listening to your wonderful rendering of the immortal symphony someone suggested that I put my hand on the receiver and see if I could get any of the vibrations. He unscrewed the cap, and I lightly touched the sensitive diaphragm. What was my amazement to discover that I could feel, not only the vibration, but also the impassioned rhythm, the throb and the urge of the music! The intertwined and intermingling vibrations from different instruments enchanted me. I could actually distinguish the cornets, the roil of the drums, deep-toned violas and violins singing in exquisite unison. How the lovely speech of the violins flowed and plowed over the deepest tones of the other instruments! When the human voices leaped up thrilling from the surge of harmony, I recognized them instantly as voices more ecstatic, upcurving swift and flame-like, until my heart almost stood still. The women’s voices seemed an embodiment of all the angelic voices rushing in a harmonious flood of beautiful and inspiring sound. The great chorus throbbed against my fingers with poignant pause and flow. Then all the instruments and voices together burst forth – an ocean of heavenly vibration – and died away like winds when the atom is spent, ending in a delicate shower of sweet notes.

Of course this was not “hearing,” but I do know that the tones and harmonies conveyed to me moods of great beauty and majesty. I also sense, or thought I did, the tender sounds of nature that sing into my hand-swaying reeds and winds and the murmur of streams. I have never been so enraptured before by a multitude of tone-vibrations.

As I listened, with darkness and melody, shadow and sound filling all the room, I could not help remembering that the great composer who poured forth such a flood of sweetness into the world was deaf like myself. I marveled at the power of his quenchless spirit by which out of his pain he wrought such joy for others – and there I sat, feeling with my hand the magnificent symphony which broke like a sea upon the silent shores of his soul and mine.” 

This woman just described the art of music more perfectly than most hearing musicians.

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amysterybanana:

'Ginger Rogers did everything Fred Astaire did, but backwards in high heels.'Look at her feet. SHE DOESNT EVEN STEP ON THE SECOND CHAIR!

amysterybanana:

'Ginger Rogers did everything Fred Astaire did, but backwards in high heels.'
Look at her feet. SHE DOESNT EVEN STEP ON THE SECOND CHAIR!

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alyssaemilie:

it’s hard to stay mad when there’s so much beauty in the world.

alyssaemilie:

it’s hard to stay mad when there’s so much beauty in the world.

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cunicular:

imran-suleiman:

Photographer Mattias Klum from National Geographic gets close and personal with a lion.

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“A good laugh and a long sleep are the two best cures for anything.”
— Irish proverb  (via perfect)

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thehumanbutt:

a-wintersoldier:

omg i was fooling around with gif making and the loop makes it look like they’re playing a really intense game of frisbee.

That’s exactly what happened though

thehumanbutt:

a-wintersoldier:

omg i was fooling around with gif making and the loop makes it look like they’re playing a really intense game of frisbee.

That’s exactly what happened though

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The most touching quote I've ever heard. My Mad Fat Diary: S2 E7
Rae: Every session you say that I need to love myself, to like myself more. For months now, you're like a broken record. But you never tell me how to start or when to start or where to start.
Kester: Fine, we'll start now. Not next week, not tomorrow, not after I've finished my cup of tea, we'll start now. Now, close your eyes. Go on, close them. I want you to tell me what you don't like about yourself but be honest with me. Don't be clever, don't be angry, be honest.
Rae: ..I'm fat ..and I'm ugly ..and I ruin things.
Kester: Try and find some sense of how long you've felt that way.
Rae: I dunno. Since I was about 9 or 10?
Kester: So this is an opinion you've formed, a long time ago about yourself. Open your eyes. Now I want you to imagine, a 10 year old version of yourself sitting right there on this couch. Now this is the little girl that first believe that she was fat and ugly and an embarrassment. I want you to imagine her sitting there right now. Now tell that little girl she's fat.
Rae: I'm not going to do that.
Kester: Tell that little girl she's ugly.
Rae: I don't want to.
Kester: Tell that little girl she's an embarrassment and worthless and useless, because that's what you do every single day when you say that to yourself. When you convince yourself you're an embarrassment and a burden. Don't you think she's ugly?
Rae: No.
Kester: Or fat?
Rae: No.
Kester: Or an embarrasment, or worthless?
Rae: No, just stop it. No, right. No.
Kester: What do you want to say to that little girl? If she said that she felt that way about herself, what would you tell her?
Rae: That's she's fine, that she's perfect.
Kester: Then that's what you need to tell yourself. Every time you feel that panic, that anxiety. You need to soothe yourself as you would soothe the little girl. You need to tell yourself that everything is going to be okay. If you commit to that, then I promise you that you'll be able to face anything, and it starts right now. Everything starts right now.
nicolerichiest:

'The Fault In Our Stars' Movie Still

nicolerichiest:

'The Fault In Our Stars' Movie Still

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misswilshire:

 

Isaac Hempstead-Wright, Sophie Turner and Maisie Williams arriving at the NYC Game of Thrones Season 4 premiere 

misswilshire:

 

Isaac Hempstead-Wright, Sophie Turner and Maisie Williams arriving at the NYC Game of Thrones Season 4 premiere 

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