ok universe, i’m ready to feel good things. make me feel good things.
whenever i post this it works reblog if u want to feel good things & the universe will bring u something sweet
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ok universe, i’m ready to feel good things. make me feel good things.
whenever i post this it works reblog if u want to feel good things & the universe will bring u something sweet
Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can’t go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.
Margaret Atwood, The Penelopiad (via wordsnquotes)
Couldn't think of a better book to start my 2016 with! #aftertenlongyears #themountainshadow #gregorydavidroberts #shantaram #booklove #bookstagram
And I swear to you by the garden of the angels, I swear by the miracle-working icon, And by the fire and smoke of our nights: I will never come back to you.
Anna Akhmatova, excerpt of “You Thought I Was That Type” (via henrydear)
Our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.
Vladimir Nabokov (via sunst0ne)
I’m a poet, the people I love will always be somewhere else.
Kait Rokowski (4/8/11 late night walk during CUPSI)
A man feeding swans and ducks from a snowy river bank in Krakow
Last week, I learned that the English language has more euphemisms for death than any other language. I learned that the ancient Greeks had no word for the colour blue and that the Hawain alphabet has only twelve letters. I spent last week hollowing out a little place in my heart and filling it with worry. What does that say about us? Do we really go out of our way to avoid death like that? How did the Greeks describe the sea? Are twelve letters really enough? Does every language have a word for love? Every language should have a word for love. And compassion. And gentleness. And figs and snow and that soft sensitive part on the inside of one’s arm. We should have words for everything so that we don’t feel alone. We need very very very specific words for all of the different kinds of sad and even more specific words for the kinds of happy. What if we were able to talk about everything? I want to tell you how I feel and I want to be precise. Sometimes ‘good’ just isn’t enough and few understand what I mean when I say that I feel ’like lightning.’
The taste of my own fingers in my mouth sitting on the tile floor in the bathroom all dirty teeshirt and unwashed hair all no pants, shower running until it’s cold I love you like the bitterness of iron like the smell of something leaking under the sink miss the feeling of you inside like i was so much light, so much bursting at the seams How is wanting you dirty? If you walk away now, well the dust will settle, everything rusts
Chantelle Ann Adams, “Grout” (via chantelle-ann)
I am thinking about the crescent scar on the roof of his mouth that he got when he fell with a straw between his teeth and how it felt to run my tongue over it. How it felt to taste the moon. If love is anything tangible, it is his mouth, his mouth, his holy god damned mouth. He says my name and the whole sky is talking.
Caitlyn Siehl, Tasting the Moon (via alonesomes)
A quick tip for your elevator ride up to the office: grab a piping hot cuppa joe at the corner store and stick an egg in it to make a hard boiled morning snack.
just stick your hands in boiling hot coffee. go on. do it. just shove your fingers on in that blistering hot cuppa joe. throw an egg in there. who gives a shit. eat your god damn coffee eggs like the stupid slobbering idiot that you are
thIS WHOLE FUCKING ARTICLE
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convert your office into a horrible disaster
This should be what nsfw means
Bad poem has no curfew. Stays out until the crows start cawing. Sleeps in the flower beds with the squirrels. Yawns itself awake by sunset. Says no to the broccoli on its plate. Bad poem like yesterday’s clothes and last week’s leftovers. Bad poem like messy pasta and shredded cheese. Bad poem like skipped meals and missed appointments. Bad poem like egg yolk. Bad poem knows how to kick and how to scream. Knows the rules of the road but doesn’t follow them. Bad poem says, “I know you are but what am I?” Bad poem leaves cracks in your windshield. Bad poem like bad dancer. Stringy limbs and no rhythm. Bad poem cuts corners and doesn’t plan. Leaves abruptly and then stumbles in to say, “It won’t happen again.” Bad poem says, “I’m sorry”. Bad poem weeps. Bad poem with a hangover. Bad poem as a good listener. Bad poem always has a shoulder to cry on. Bad poem opens another bottle of wine. Bad poem is lonely. Bad poem sleeps naked. Bad poem remembers all the details. Gives birth to a thousand baby poems. Names them all “you”. Colors every eye green. Bad poem as bad mother. Neglects the other children. Bad poem plays favorites.
Kelsey Danielle, “Bad Poem”
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“For you are perfect, and so much more than the skin that covers you up.” — Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson #tylerknott (at tylerknott.com)
The point of cursive writing
I was thinking about that Hank said in his last video that cursive writing is useless
I taught a couple of beginner English class to refugees and asylum seekers, who can write Arabic but not our alphabet. So they have the ability to do precise letters and fine motor skills but aren’t familiar with our letters.
So I teach them how to make a letter. And they copy the letter and it looks the same, but they write it differently. For example, they start writing the ‘V’ on the right and go left. Or for an ‘e’ they make a ‘c’ and then put a line in. And while that’s fine and gets you to your goal, you’re never going to be able to write fast*. Cursive writing forces you to write the letters in a practical way because you *have* to write from left to right, and in as smooth a move as possible. It forces you to write the individual letters with a kind of logical ‘flow’ from one letter to the other.
So I think cursive writing is beneficial in learning to write, even if you don’t write cursive ever again.
*of course, writing fast isn’t an essential skill, you’ll manage perfectly fine if each letter takes a second. But it is practical to be able to quickly note something down, in my opinion.
Interesting perspective I had never considered re Hank’s most recent video. Anyone else think any of Hank’s rants were wrong?
A Shakespearean tragedy by i♡histo