“I’m not looking for someone to save me. Life rafts might keep you afloat but they rarely get you anywhere and I’ve got places I want to go.”

—Andrea Gibson

Musing

Please do not steal or copy my work.

Pay me no mind as I walk this lonely street

Feeding off of the lost and hungry souls.

I never learned how to be happy and was drawn

To how easy it was to listen.

 

I cannot imagine how it must feel

To have everything go perfectly, lovely.

I always thought life would be boring like that.

But I digress.

An Atheist On A Date, Jesse Feinman

i kissed a girl
wearing a cross
around her neck
her lips didn’t taste
like church
but her hips
felt like god
i wonder what
her pastor would
have thought
i wonder if that
cross around her neck
meant more to me
than it does
to her. 

"I was never happy when I just had myself to do for, or even when I had somebody else wanting to do for me. That was nice, but that wasn’t the main point about loving, at least not with me. The main point was having somebody I could let my feelings out on. And I couldn’t do that very well at a distance, I needed to have somebody right around close, so I could touch them and cook for them and do little things like that."

Larry McMurtry, Leaving Cheyenne

Tangled Ever After FULL MOVIE hd

I DIED.

 

 

Glen Keane Draws Beast, Pocahontas, and Tarzan

Csswolfe

 Gallery

 

 

 

 

Faints

Showing an art teacher my work and being told I have talent, that I could get into any art school.

Seems Legit

Rambling To Keep My Head

I try to keep this as positive as possible....
With my life, I have everything planned out. I know what I want. Not ever fine detail like who I'm going to marry or anything crazy like that. I have this need to control and I don't know what to do when I have no plan. And, right now, I feel like everything is up in the air. I'm lonely. Tired all the time. Somethings going to bend and I can't break. Not again.
I almost wish I could run away. I'm a legal adult, so no worries if I have the guts to do it. I'd live by the beach. I'd read to gain knowledge, find another job that I would be able to support myself with- one with health care, dental, all that jazz-. Sketch all the time. Have music on. I'd get a dog for protection and love, as well as a cat for...because it'd be a cat.
I'll always be able to dream, I guess.
If anyone who reads this feels this way or wants help/ to talk, I know that there is always someone in your life who will do anything to help you. If you like the protection of anonymity I'll always answer and I love doing research-if needed.
No one should feel alone.
Have a lovely day everyone.

Danny, Dakota & the Wishing Well

Death penalty. Yes or no?

Stumbled Upon This Delicious Work

I Am Ghost

Lacuna Coil cubed

Tired

Please do not steal or copy my work.

I miss you.

I’m lonely inside myself with no one

To draw me out into the world.

I never did well trying to fall on soft surfaces.

Pillows are too small.

The couch, terribly far.

Your chest was always there.

Your arms always secure.

I thought I was past this lack of indiscretion.

Just this morning I took pride in feeling certain about

Where I am currently.

I slowly disintegrated into this regretful ash.

I inhale deeply, trying to stay calm,

And have no choice outside of breathing it in.

Can’t you just leave my memory?

I’m willing to bash my skull in right now.

I can’t take how much you circle around

Like an angel waiting to take me to hell

For my lack of belief in you.


Picture link

Ed Sheeran "The A Team" captured in The Live Room

Listen

 

 

 

Love

Only Reason I'd Go Green

Someday

Dia Frampton

 

She is such a doll.

 

 

The Lumineers

Why I Want To Be A Teacher

From Jail to Harvard: Why Teachers Change the World

Adam Saenz

Author, The Power of a Teacher

August has arrived, and you're heading back to the classroom, and all the familiar challenges will meet you there on Day One: curriculum that may not quite fit, parents who engage only to blame, accountability testing, and students who have the potential to do something great, but are spending all their energy on sapping yours. At some point during the next nine or ten months, you'll probably wonder whether your efforts will be valued and whether what you do truly matters.

Let me encourage you. Your efforts are valued, and what you do truly does matter. I'm living proof.

In 1978, I was a sixth-grade Hispanic male from a single parent, low-income home. I had undiagnosed depression and was using street drugs to self-medicate. I had a history of interaction with the legal system, and spent most of my school days walking either to or from the principal's office for behavioral issues. Where there was a boundary to be pushed or a rule to be broken, I pushed and broke. As I became me, I drew an undeniable conclusion: I was grossly inadequate, somehow simply not capable of functioning properly in the world. My wisest option, I further concluded, would be to quit caring.

Three things happened in my sixth grade year that made life particularly difficult. First, two of my friends were murdered in a drug deal. Second, a group of young men broke into my house, held me back, and sexually assaulted my cousin. Third, I was arrested for possession. My life was definitely headed in the wrong direction, and it was picking up speed.

Child Protective Services was never involved with our family, but my mom was desperate to salvage what remained of my childhood. She voluntarily relinquished her guardianship, and I was sent to live with friends of our family in Katy, Texas, several hundred miles away from all I had come to know in the Rio Grande Valley. The change was helpful, at least outwardly. With predictable meals, clothing and emotional support, I managed decent grades and, for the most part, stayed out of trouble. Inwardly, though, I continued to struggle with depression, and the frequency, intensity and duration of my symptoms increased as I approached high school graduation. I knew at age eighteen I would be on my own, and I was terrified.

After high school graduation, just as I feared, the bottom fell out. I had returned to self-medicating with street drugs, scratching out a living as a dishwasher at a fast food restaurant. Everything I owned fit into the bottom half of a hallway closet, and my most valued possession was the box of journals I had been filling since sixth grade. After a particularly long and dark day, I reached for my journal and I noticed the edges of two pieces of paper sticking out of a journal buried in the stack: two letters, one written to me by JoElla Exley, my senior English teacher, and one written to me by Polly McRoberts, my senior Creative Writing teacher. Here are excerpts:

"You are extremely intelligent, but most importantly, you have a good heart. I know you will use your talents to help your fellow man, and that is the most satisfying life a person can have." --JoElla Exley

"You have wisdom and insight beyond your tender years. Keep being you. You are a special person." -Polly McRoberts

Good heart? Wisdom and insight? These descriptors -- wholly at odds with my self-assessment -- haunted me. I sat with these letters for weeks and weeks, and I landed on what if? What if they are right about me?

So with no idea about how to pay for it, how I would get there, or how I would manage it with my full time job, I (very secretly, in case it didn't work) enrolled in one college class: Introduction to English. A semester later, I had earned my first college credit! So, I took another class. Then, just before I turned twenty-seven, I graduated with my Bachelors of Arts in English. I continued through graduate school, eventually earning a Ph.D. in psychology and then a D. Min. in pastoral counseling, with clinical training at Harvard Medical School, the Alpert Medical School of Brown University, and the University of Oxford. I count it an honor to work now as a consulting psychologist in K-12 public schools.

In a few days you'll stand in front of a group of students and I can almost guarantee that there will be at least one 'Adam Saenz' there, a kid who has potential and doesn't know it, a soul who could change the world a little bit if they could only get the right instruction and encouragement to lift them him out of their false sense of who they believe themselves to be.

Please allow me this opportunity to speak to you on behalf of those students:

"Hello sir. Hello ma'am. Thank you for coming to work today. I don't know where I'll end up when I'm nineteen. I may be earning academic honors at an Ivy League university. I may be serving my country in the military. I may be an employed high school graduate. I may be in jail. I may not even make it to nineteen. Only God knows. Regardless of where I might be and what I might be doing at nineteen, our interaction -- you, the teacher and me, the student -- shapes me.

You need to know that even though this school building sometimes may seem like a zoo to you, in some very important ways this school building can be the safest place on earth for me. You need to know that when you are teaching me, even at your worst, you have the potential to be a better influence on me than much of what (and who) I experience off this campus. And you need to know that when you love me, even at your worst, you have the potential to love me more sincerely and effectively than many people I'm around away from this campus.

I take a standardized test once a year that measures some of what you've taught me. Life gives me tests every day that measures all of what you've taught me. So, thank you for teaching me, especially in those moments when every part of my being is communicating that I don't want to be taught by you. And thank you for loving me, especially in those moments when every part of my being is communicating that I don't want to be loved by you.

The bottom line is that I need you. I need to know that you care about me. I need to know that I do not make the rules. And I may never be fortunate enough to appreciate and express that -- or even realize that -- but I do hope you are courageous enough never to forget it.

Thank you for coming to work today, sir. Thank you for coming to work today, ma'am. Please take care of yourself.

Please be well. Please come back tomorrow."

Dr. Adam Saenz is a clinical psychologist, counselor, author and speaker. His new book is called "The Power of a Teacher." To learn more about Dr. Saenz and The Power of a Teacher, please visit http://thepowerofateacher.com/

Goin Modern

Stopping

Please do not steal or copy my work.

Motion was always my favorite activity.
Colliding was a necessary hazard of going where
I thought I was supposed to be.
UnEvEn terrain was my routine,
F

 A

   L

    L

     I

      N

        G one step at a time was comforting

Especially when the sun set and I was left in
The blackest nights known to hell.

Considering how motion is always made,

To say we went slowly was an understatement.
I did not s  t   r  e  t  c  h past formality and
The witty banter I am prone to.
I am locked in and safe.
My eyes coyly abuse the green link we share
Which, I can tell,
You do not mind.
However, my eyes
Will be the closest you will get,
My dear.

"When another person makes you suffer, it is because he suffers deeply within himself, and his suffering is spilling over. He does not need punishment; he needs help. That’s the message he is sending."

 

Thich Nhat Hanh

Amazing....

I’m sitting opposite you in the bar,
waiting for you to uncross your boundaries.

I want to rip off your logic
and make passionate sense to you.

I want to ride in the swing of your hips.
My fingers will dig in you like quotation marks,
blazing your limbs into parts of speech.

But with me for a lover, you won’t need
catastrophes.
"

 

Jeffrey McDaniel

"Whenever someone who knows you disappears, you lose one version of yourself. Yourself as you were seen, as you were judged to be. Lover or enemy, mother or friend, those who know us construct us, and their several knowings slant the different facets of our characters like diamond-cutter’s tools. Each such loss is a step leading to the grave, where all versions blend and end."

 

Salman Rushdie

"Insects were scurrying about in the shade cast by the grass, and the lawn was a huge monotonous forest of thousands of little green blades, all equal, all alike, hiding the world from each other. Anguished, she thought, “I don’t want to be just another blade of grass."

 

Simone de Beauvoir, All Men Are Mortal

Killer Love

Mamihlapinatapei (Yagan, an indigenous language of Tierra del Fuego): The wordless yet meaningful look shared by two people who desire to initiate something, but are both reluctant to start.

Yuanfen(Chinese): A relationship by fate or destiny. This is a complex concept. It draws on principles of predetermination in Chinese culture, which dictate relationships, encounters and affinities, mostly among lovers and friends.

Cafuné (Brazilian Portuguese): The act of tenderly running your fingers through someone’s hair.

Retrouvailles (French): The happiness of meeting again after a long time.

Ilunga (Bantu): A person who is willing to forgive abuse the first time; tolerate it the second time, but never a third time.

La Douleur Exquise (French): The heart-wrenching pain of wanting someone you can’t have.

Koi No Yokan (Japanese): The sense upon first meeting a person that the two of you are going to fall into love.

Ya’aburnee(Arabic): “You bury me.” It’s a declaration of one’s hope that they’ll die before another person, because of how difficult it would be to live without them.

Forelsket: (Norwegian): The euphoria you experience when you’re first falling in love.

Saudade (Portuguese): The feeling of longing for someone that you love and is lost. Another linguist describes it as a “vague and constant desire for something that does not and probably cannot exist.”

I was looking through all the pictures I have saved and I must have a thing for hair...

 

 

This one counts! No hair is a style.

 

 

I'm not going to spend half an hour looking for all of them.

Chris Young

 

His voice....

This Is How I Create ALL My Arts

Tea

"Don’t allow your wounds to transform you into someone you’re not."

 

Paulo Coelho

"I feel like we’re all here on this planet, and intimacy is important. I can’t bear small talk, it’s awful. I want to get beyond that thing of discussing how the weather is a bit better today than it was yesterday, and how this is a nice restaurant. I want to get to what are the problems, what’s really going on. Are you in love? Are you in a lot of pain? What’s really going on in your life? I’m interested in that area, whether it’s on stage or in real life."

 

Simon Amstell

Hallelujah

I just love beautiful voices....

The Loneliest Whale in the World

The Loneliest Whale in the World.
In 2004, The New York Times wrote an article{ http://www.nytimes.com/2004/12/21/science/21whal.html?_r=2 } the loneliest whale in the world. Scientists have been tracking her since 1992 and they discovered the problem:
She isn’t like any other baleen whale. Unlike all other whales, she doesn’t have friends. She doesn’t have a family. She doesn’t belong to any tribe, pack or gang. She doesn’t have a lover. She never had one. Her songs come in groups of two to six calls, lasting for five to six seconds each. But her voice is unlike any other baleen whale. It is unique—while the rest of her kind communicate between 12 and 25hz, she sings at 52hz. You see, that’s precisely the problem. No other whales can hear her. Every one of her desperate calls to communicate remains unanswered. Each cry ignored. And, with every lonely song, she becomes sadder and more frustrated, her notes going deeper in despair as the years go by.
Just imagine that massive mammal, floating alone and singing—too big to connect with any of the beings it passes, feeling paradoxically small in the vast stretches of empty, open ocean.

As lame as this sounds, this almost made me cry....

Barbara Kruger - The Globe Shrinks (2012)

Swimming Pool

Leandro Erlich - Swimming Pool (2008)

“An extraordinary and visually confounding installation…Erlich constructed a full-size pool, complete with all its trappings, including a deck and a ladder.

When approached from the first floor, visitors were confronted with a surreal scene: people, fully clothed, can be seen standing, walking, and breathing beneath the surface of the water.

It was only when visitors entered the Duplex gallery from the basement that they recognized that the pool is empty, its construction a visual trick fashioned by the artist.

A large, continuous piece of acrylic spanned the pool and suspended water above it, creating the illusion of a standard swimming pool that was both disorienting and humorous.”

If I were there I'd go all out...but, I guess its cooler when its more realistic.