“It's quiet now. So quiet that you can almost hear other people's dreams So quiet that you can almost hear me tell Gramps, Thank you.”Mia. Seventeen. Oregon. Cello.

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nxghtminds:

❝ My dad regrets letting me have drums. He’s currently
confiscated them, actually. Dude. If the cello is the giant
ass violin thing I’m thinking of it’s interesting. What got
you into that? ❞

      _{❝Is that why you’ve resorted to library tables?
         Thaaat’s the one. And I don’t know, third grade
         music lesson and everyone had all your usual
         instruments and something just pushed me
         towards it. Kind of ironic considering my dad
         was in a rock band and my mom was his groupie
         and then there’s just me. This classical wannabe.❞}