And lo, the day after winter finally came to NYC, Titania's dress was finally finished. #amidsummernightsdream #midwinter #jonas #thankyou #NYC #snow #diy #costume #peacock
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And lo, the day after winter finally came to NYC, Titania's dress was finally finished. #amidsummernightsdream #midwinter #jonas #thankyou #NYC #snow #diy #costume #peacock
Barbie waiting for Jonas to come and get her...
âShe was fierce, she was strong she wasnât simple. she was crazy and sometimes she barely slept. she always had something to say. she had flaws and that was ok. and when she was down, she got right back up. she was a beast in her own way, but one idea described her best. she was unstoppable and she took anything she wanted with a smile.â -R.M Drake
YAS KWEENS OF THE WORLD
Itâs so cold in Minneapolis this winter that either the ghosts are bundling up in pairs of jeans or live people are freezing where they stand and having to hop out and run home pantless. Yipe!
These frozen pants are actually the work of local prankster Tom Grotting of the Polar Vortex user group. Heâs been setting up frozen jeans around his neighborhood since the polar vortex of 2013 in order to brighten the winter months for his neighbors. He soaks the pants in water and then sculpts them into place as they freeze outside.
âI mostly do it for my neighbor, Diane,â Grotting told ABC News. âThe winter gets a little long and she doesnât like winter very much so itâs mostly entertainment for Diane.â
Grottingâs pants pranks quickly caught on with other locals whoâve happily gotten in on the mischief and the playful trend continues to spread.
Follow #FrozenPants on Twitter and keep an eye on the Polar Vortex user group for more photos of invisible people hanging out in the snow.
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"But when youâre nineteen years old and shit hits the fan in that way that alters your life in that unalterable way." -Meg Fee
I stopped that quote short because the rest of it gives me fear for my future and the possibility for a similarity between Meg's life and mine.
Melancholy.
1. Painted by Pamela Davis KivelsonÂ
2. Louis Jean Francois I Lagrenee
I have become the person I've fought against for so long. The person who lies in bed for days on end watching Netflix. Netflix. It's become an addiction. A distraction from what's going on inside my mind. Something to focus on so that my brain can stand stationary on one thing for a moment. I can feel my body wasting away, growing soft. My mind going dark. My heart weighing down. My lips tightening around the words that bang inside dark caverns. My days seem endless. My nightsâŚ. sleepless⌠Too much grief to express. My expectations and hopes and plans for each day fall away. And here I am now, writing these words on tumblr because I need to take some of the burden off and place it on others. But the conclusion for this weight-bearing has no end in sight.
Somehow, someday, she'll learn to manage without him.
(I am wearing all things vintage.)
A love ode to a bearded man on the train.
Man with beard
Tall
Built
Aged
Dark brown hair
Baldness starting to creep across your head
I donât care, remember I said aged?
Seeing you causes a flutter of little moths, pink and yellow and furry
Hits me right in the chest
Giddy
The muscles of my face fight to conceal the smile
But oh you are so manly
I feel stupid in your presence
You manly man
I giggle at the idea of you grabbing me and throwing me against the wall
To kiss me with the roughest of tender kisses
Your beard scratching my face
Soft grunts exhale your pleasure of kissing this nymph called me
Ah, look at those torn jeans, those dirty converse
Boy, youâre are just telling me about the roads you have travelled
And oh how I want to know about them
And oh how I want you to sling me over your shoulders
So we two can travel those roads together.
Look at those long lashes
Ah, butterfly kisses all night long
See, I feel girlish in your presence
You bearded god Thor, Paul Bunyan, voyageur of the north
All stories that made my young heart dream of adventures in the cold
We two can go on such adventures
And fight the cold with our radiating extreme heat
And light up the sky
Northern lights, eh?
They donât call me aurora Nora for nothing
Letâs go, my northern, bearded Yank
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A Very Grown-up Fairy Tale
By Emma Rice, Director and Adaptor, and Joint Artistic Director, Kneehigh
In Still Life, later to become Brief Encounter, Noel Coward wrote a play about an affair. Not a sordid affair but a love affair between two married people. An impossible affair, a painful affair, an unacceptable affair. It is written with such empathy, such observation, and such tender agony. This man knew what he was writing about. Imagine being gay in the 1930s and you begin to understand Brief Encounter.
Imagine the impossibility of expressing the most fundamental of human needs and emotions. Imagine the enforced shame, lies and deceit. Imagine the frustration, imagine the loss, and imagine the anger. Each of these emotions is delicately and Britishly traced through the meetings of our lovers. They experience a micro marriage, a relationship from beginning to end in a few short hours and how many of us cannot relate to this careful and painful liaison? Not many, I'm sure. Can many of us go through a lifetime without meeting someone and feeling a spark of recognition that we shouldn't, an attraction that goes beyond the physical? And what a terrible world it would be if our emotions and spirits and psyches were amputated at the altar.
And here is where real life ends and folk tales begin.
In the language of stories, we are able to examine the bargains that human beings make. We see how we bargain our own needs, the needs of the self, for various reasons.
These reasons will be familiar to us all: the fear of being alone or of being excluded from 'normal' life. In the language of folk stories the price of this bargain is often physical. A part of the body is chopped off - a hand (The Handless Maiden) or feet (The Red Shoes). We literally cut a part of ourselves off in order to conform or to be accepted. In Brief Encounter, both our lovers have chopped off part of themselves. It is delicately referred to, but Laura talks of swimming wild and free and of playing the piano. Both of these are forms of personal expression - not pleasing anyone but exploring the deep waters of the soul. Alec turns into a child when he talks of his passions, and fears that Laura will be bored. These are people trapped by the bargains that they have freely made - they have bargained their inner lives for stability, family and love. Oh yes, love. I don't for a moment believe that their marriages are all bad or that they are in any way victims. Presumably, their respective partners are as trapped by their own bargains and by the rules of society itself. None of us are victims, but we can review the bargains we make and escape in a profound way.
I have been reading many Selkie stories whilst making this piece. In these stories, a fisherman falls in love with a Selkie - or Seal Woman - whom he sees dancing on the
rocks having slipped out of her sealskin. She too, falls for him. He takes her home and hides her skin. He cares for her and she for him; they have children and live a life of contentment.
One day, she finds her old skin in a cupboard. She washes and dresses the children, kisses them goodbye, puts on her sealskin and dives back into the sea. She never returns but sometimes the children will see a beautiful seal swimming far out at sea. This teaches us about our true self. No matter how much we try to repress our feelings or how much we wish to conform, our true self will always emerge. There can be no happily ever after until this true self, or nature has been accepted and embraced.
In the language of folk tales, in order to find one's true self, it is often vital that there is a near-death experience before our heroes and heroines can begin to heal and to re- form. In Sleeping Beauty and Snow White our heroines are unconscious, almost dead, for long periods of time. In Brief Encounter our lovers also die spiritually when they part. 'I never want to feel anything again,' says Laura. This deep depression is an essential part of the process of change. It is something to be endured, understood and then moved away from. The end of the affair is not the end of hope or of love. It is part of the process of change. Alec will travel and see the world in a wider context. Laura will have to re-imagine herself, not just as a 'respectable wife and mother' but as a person in her own right.
My hope is that, like the Seal Woman, Alec and Laura escape. Not with each other in some idealistic romantic way but an escape provoked by the profound and personal awakening they felt when they met. We humans are fearful by nature - it is often somebody else who provides the catalyst for change but they are not the cause. Change can only happen from within. After our story ends, I like to think that our lovers will change. I imagine that Alec will make a real difference in Africa and find an expanse of spirit that seems untouchable in our story. I hope and dream that Laura will take up the piano again and perform on the world's greatest and most awe-inspiring stages.
As I write this, I wonder if these are, in fact, my dreams? That is the power of a great and enduring story; we can all own it and feel it and find something of ourselves in it.Â
It's not fun when, for the second year in a row, you have been forgotten by those who mean the most to you.
"Keep pushing, keep moving, keep going."
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I love modern dance, so I'm going to do it, dammit! Huzzah! World is my oyster. Can't stop me.Â
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