1. 23:24 20th Jul 2014

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    Reblogged from betype

     
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    the best of blue gold weekend. love thee, notre dame.

    the best of blue gold weekend. love thee, notre dame.

     
  3. 23:11

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    Reblogged from youenterinfullblowntechnicolor

    youenterinfullblowntechnicolor:

    Anis Mojgani - Equal Parts Science and Magic

    I saw this for the first time almost exactly a year ago and it was just what I needed at the time.

     
  4. 23:02

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    backtotheshadows:

    This is Not a Poem to Get Ass

    This is a poem for the daughter that I do not have yet.
    This is so I won’t forget the pillars of my youth, so that her sunlight can be balanced between them.
    This is for the daughter that I will have one day.
    For the moments when the world says that she cannot play because she does not have something dangling between her legs.
    This is to tell her that the only one she needs to open her legs for is for herself, when she stands up and walks; back high, chin up.
    This is for the girl that will come into this world, pushed forward by her mother and pulled up by her father.
    The girl that will grow up with alphabets and soap, and poems in her ear.
    The girl that will be the greatest poem I will have ever written.
    This is a poem for the daughter that I will paint with.
    I will teach her how to throw a Frisbee and how to put her mind onto paper with letters and pencils.
    I will teach her to be afraid of the dark, but to be able to walk through it when she needs to.
    This is the poem that I will hold up for her to read when I cannot speak from the pride I feel when she walks, when she ties a shoelace, when she simply breathes.
    This is the poem that will be there to hold my daughter’s hand if I am, one day, not able to.
    This is to let her know that these arms will always be holding her up at the water fountain, no matter how tall she gets.
    This is to tell her that nothing is perfect; that we all make mistakes and she should strive to make enormous ones so that she can grow enormously.
    This is the poem to tell her that it is better to love every person, than to wait for one person to love you.
    That even if that one person never says it, that this poem will be the blanket to calm her trembles.
    It is to tell a little girl that one day the sun will fill her eyes.
    And on that day, all my days will be filled with her.
    This is to teach her to look both ways before she crosses the street, but to not let anyone see her do it.
    This is to teach her to live life on the edge, but to make sure that there is a trampoline on one side, and if there isn’t, one side will always have the sky on it .
    And to laugh into it even as she falls.
    I will teach her that there are moments when the only person that will suffice is one’s self.
    I will teach her that having others in your life, though, is a precious thing.
    And that friends are never a commodity, but rather, one’s lungs.
    I will teach her to eat ice cream whenever she has the desire to and to always have the desire to share it.
    And though all the girls right now are thinking, “Gosh, he’s writing about the daughter that we could have together; I’d better give him some.”
    And all the guys are thinking, “I wish I’d written that poem, ‘cause with that poem, he’s gonna get some.”
    And though this poem may not or may have gotten the author “some” is inconsequential because, contrary to belief, this is not a poem to get ass.
    This is not a poem to pick up women or acquire phone numbers
    Or to razzle and dazzle the opposite sex’s sensitive side.
    This poem is not for anyone but the one who is yet to come
    The sun that will finally make my moon burst
    The water that my storms are carrying
    The steps that I will take to bring a song that is too beautiful to put into words
    So for now, may these suffice.
    To the daughter who will prove to me that my life was worth it, because I put at least one beautiful thing into a crazy world.
    I am writing this poem now, so that when you ask me to dance, I will always remember to say yes.

    ~ Anis Mojgani

    shit

     
  5. 23:02

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    Reblogged from myshoesuntied

    myshoesuntied:

    I told my friend Anne Marie that I could come up with a list of 36 poems everyone should read to rival Buzzfeed’s list, which was great, but I felt was missing a few important names. 36 names to be exact. Here are 36 heart-polishing poems. 36 atmosphere-shattering poems. 36 poems I love by 36…

     
  6. 22:58

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    Reblogged from rabbitinthemoon

    I dream too much, and I don’t write enough, and I’m trying to find God everywhere.
    — Anis Mojgani  (via rabbitinthemoon)
     
  7. 22:58

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    Reblogged from thatlitsite

    Cussing doesn’t come from a lack of vocabulary – I know all the other words. None of them speak the same language that my fucking heart does.
     
  8. 21:18 1st Jul 2014

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    Reblogged from leslieseuffert

    leslieseuffert:

    House of Ismay

    House of Ismay offers since 2008 brooches using old book pages retrieved, cut and pasted in various forms, corresponding with the talent original books at the image of “Of Mice And Men” by John Steinbeck.

     
  9. 20:38 26th Jun 2014

    Notes: 167

    Reblogged from thisartadventure

    thisartadventure:

    Some of my drawing students struggle with wanting all of their drawings to be very very perfect. This week we did a little exercise in giving up some control. 

    I had the students choose three colors of paint and water them down a little bit. Then we laid out a tarp and they each got three pieces of watercolor paper. When I did my demo, I encouraged the students to experiment with different ways of moving the paper: shaking it, spinning it, tilting, blowing on it, etc. I also asked them to leave some white space on the paper. Then they got to the drip painting!

    After they were finished I asked them to look at the drawings really hard, as if they were looking at clouds in the sky, and let their imaginations wander. It was fun to watch them look at each other’s drawings and hear conversations like, “It looks like a person over here!” “Yeah, but it also looks like a bunny!” “A bunny person!!!”

    I love it when students work together to solve problems. 

    For homework they had to draw on top of their drip painting and turn them into something else. I had them draw in sharpie so that they had to commit and use any mistakes that they made. 

    The next day, for ten minutes at the beginning of class they wrote little stories about their drawings. I asked them to write in the style of a myth or fairy tale. 

    You guys, I love the way these turned out! I was actually blown away by their willingness to let go of some control and create something totally new and unique! This is a great one day project that really encourages creative, imaginative thinking!

     
  10. 00:37 23rd Jun 2014

    Notes: 15

    Reblogged from highereternalmind