The most beloved of my favorite colors, found in the deserts of Saudi Arabia.
http://www.princeton.edu/artofscience/gallery2006/view.php%3Fid=21.html
In science and art combined are what I believe to be the most beautiful things
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2nd year student at Parsons Design School in NYC
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The most beloved of my favorite colors, found in the deserts of Saudi Arabia.
http://www.princeton.edu/artofscience/gallery2006/view.php%3Fid=21.html
In science and art combined are what I believe to be the most beautiful things
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Lol. I know this old comic is supposed to make fun of early birds, but I can’t help but see it the other way as well (true loser/loner in me)
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WHY has this thought not occurred to me before?!?!?!?!?!?!?!???? Am I really that plain stupid?!?! -_-.
I genuinely enjoyed waking up ever so slowly to go grocery shopping alone before drawing class (the one time I ever did wake up extremely early).. so then why has it never occured to me that I could actually enjoy that every day? ugh sigh Lol
Better late than never :) aha
Blonde Redhead- Silently
Silently, I wish to sail into your port
I am your sailor
Quietly, I drop my weight into your sea
I drop my anchor
I sway in your waves, I sing in your sleep
I stay ‘till I’m in your life
I realize now you’re not to be blamed, my love
You didn’t choose your name, my love
You never crossed the seven seas
I realize now you’re not to be blamed, my love
You didn’t choose your name, my love
You never crossed the seven seas
Oh, sweet creature
I know exactly how you feel
Your clock is ticking, tick tack tick tack
Your heart is beating, tum tum tum tum tum
Silently, I wish to sail into your port
I am your sailor
Quietly, I drop my weight into your sea
I drop my anchor
I realize now you’re not to be blamed, my love
You didn’t choose your name, my love
You die a little in my arm
I realize now you’re not to be blamed, my love
We didn’t choose your name, my love
We never crossed the seven seas
I realize now you die a little in my arm
Before you even taste my love
We never crossed the seven seas
I realize now you’re not to be blame, my love
You didn’t choose your name, my love
You die a little in my arm
I, I realize now
Art that seemed eminently worth defending ten years ago, as a minority or adversary taste, no longer seems defensible today, because the ethical and cultural issues it raises have become serious, even dangerous, in a way they were not then. The hard truth is that what may be acceptable in elite culture may not be acceptable in mass culture, that tastes which pose only innocuous ethical issues as the property of a minority become corrupting when they become more established. Taste is context, and the context has changed.
-Susan Sontag: Fascinating Fascism
http://www.history.ucsb.edu/faculty/marcuse/classes/33d/33dTexts/SontagFascinFascism75.htm
I love school. I love my classes. I love the readings we’re assigned.
Okay I would quote many many more passages from this book, but I’d basically be pasting a whole quarter of it. Please read!!
http://thisisindexed.com/2009/02/thanks-for-that
hahahaha they’re always awesome. I love them, they’re treasures forever
“She did not talk to people as if they were strange hard shells she had to crack open to get inside. She talked as if she were already in the shell. In their very shell.”
— Marita Bonner (via enquotations)
seriously.
TMI all over nyc..
ANYWAY, I’ve finally got that HUGE effing weight of finishing my 3d paper-polyhedron-octopus project off of my chest (my teacher wants me to REALLY FINISH it later on my own time (what time??).. he thinks it’s only half-done according to ‘the potential’ he sees in me… CRY;_;) but I’ve only got about two days of relaxation before another huge 2d/3d/lab stressful project punches me in the face.. sigh. I finally have time to go grocery shopping and web-catching-up (I need to update my livejournal! it’s been two months!), so that’s nice :)
“There comes a point where you just love someone. Not because they’re good, or bad, or anything really. You just love them. It doesn’t mean you’ll be together forever. It doesn’t mean you won’t hurt each other. It just means you love them. Sometimes in spite of who they are, and sometimes because of who they are. And you know that they love you, sometimes because of who you are, and sometimes in spite of it.”
— Anita Blake (Laurel K. Hamilton) (via stellery) (via himandher) (via iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou) (via leahcreates) (via align)
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I always identified with Calvin as a child (I suppose you could say I still do), and this strip pretty much sums up what being a kid like Calvin is like. Constantly feeling out of sync with the rest of the world, and thus retreating to the world you create for yourself in your mind. If you think about it, Calvin was really quite an anomaly in popular entertainment — not just in comics, but in anything, be it movies, TV, etc. He has no friends, and no extracurricular activities; the only people he ever sees are his parents, who he has a strained relationship with, and Moe, Susie, Rosalyn, and Miss Wormwood, all of whom he detests and all of whom detest him. The only person he ever has any real interaction with exists only in his head. He is, for all intents and purposes, completely alone. And he’s fine with that. The kind of kid most people would entirely ignore all through school is not generally the kind you make the star of your show, and yet the strip became hugely successful.
I know that people of all ages enjoyed Calvin and Hobbes, but I have to think that it meant even more to those of us who grew up with him. Going to school every day and seeing all the ways we didn’t fit in, it was nice to see someone like us, who was intelligent and independent, and didn’t need to be a smile-plastered Mouseketeer to enjoy life. Though numerous motivational posters and guidance councelors and after-school specials had said it again and again, it was Calvin who managed to truly express the idea—without being preachy, without being sappy, perhaps even without trying—that it was okay to be different.
”“Well,” said Pooh, “what I like best — ” and then he had to stop and think. Because although Eating Honey was a very good thing to do, there was a moment just before you began to eat it which was better than when you were, but he didn’t know what it was called.”
— A.A. Milne (via into) (via lavenderlines) (via sailingonthesea)
“Let this leave me so something else can land.”
“Don’t ask yourself what the world needs. Ask yourself what makes you come alive and go do that. Because what the world needs is people who are alive.”
— John Eldridge (via emilyposts) (via amandoline) (via davereed)
“Use what talent you possess: the woods would be very silent if no birds sang except those that sang best.”
— Henry Van Dyke (via affremblequotes)
“Children are a wonderful gift. They have an extraordinary capacity to see into the heart of things and to expose sham and humbug for what they are.”
— Desmond Tutu (via affremblequotes)
“Without the capacity to provide its own information, the mind drifts into randomness.”
— Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi, Flow: The Psychology of Optimal Experience, 1990 (via enquotations)