stravinsky’s rite of spring is about a girl who dances herself to death to appease the russian god of spring.
when it premiered the crowd got so amped up they opened up a mosh pit in the theater and the night would be forever known as the “riot of spring”
classical music is more metal than metal
i stopped believing in things once trix cereal stopped being shaped like fruit
What if they still are shaped like fruit but trix is for kids and we’re not kids anymore so we just see boring cereal?
does anyone else have this other self they’ve created in their mind that is not really exactly you irl but is more like what you want to be and has a life that continues in your head with like weird continuing daydreams but they’re not perfect or anything and wow i forget where i was going with this