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yousucksir:

One of my grade 9 students has told me earlier that he thinks one of his classmates is attracted to him. 

Me:  “What makes you think that?”

Him:  “I keep catching her looking at me.”

Me:  “Why are you looking at her?”

Him:  “I don’t know.”

Me:  “So maybe she keeps looking at you because you keep looking at her.”

Him:  “You think?”

Me:  “I don’t know.  I’m asking you.  Who’s looking at whom?”

Him:  “I don’t know any more.”

A thing I was making over the past few days

tohelpstayhere:

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I like maybe half of this. Maybe I like more of it. But the parts of it I don’t like i don’t like in greater quantity than the parts I do like. So perhaps it equates out to half. Most of the dislike circles around my voice. Not so much my voice but rather how the rhythm infused by my singing capability (or lack thereof) makes me unsure of whether I like or dislike the words. But so it goes? I tire of choosing where and when I hold onto imperfect things. I want to take my hands away from all of me.


➜ Starting

Going through some challenges in my life right now. I want/hope to direct some the difficult emotional energy I’m experiencing into some positive things, in order to give myself more of an anchor and focus. So I’ve started  a brethren blog at tohelpstayhere, in order to share the creative product of this endeavor. Follow it here

In 2006 I lost my best friend to suicide. This wasn’t confirmed until 2008 and the grief from this contributed heavily to me then spending many, many, many months at the bottom of a dark well. I was finally able to push myself out of it and with the help of another person’s heart was able to…

What one should do on National Anis Mojgani Day as replied to chaseyourideal

What one should do on National Anis Mojgani Day as replied to chaseyourideal

Oh New Orleans. It is built of the best sunlight. The best spice. The person and people I love most, sitting in its autumn arms. Oh Magnolia you sweet thing. I smell your perfume in everything, on the tips of my fingers and in my empty rooms. These boxes of books. And when the sun moves through the air to touch me, where the dust of its fragrant light finds my arms.

humansofnewyork:

“He’s like an angel. When he was younger, he would pass by our store everyday. He couldn’t speak back then. He couldn’t even say his name, but he always passed by the store and gave off the warmest feelings. My father began to invite him in, and soon he was coming by the store every day to play. When he started spending time with us, he began to improve very quickly. We told him we needed his help with the shop. We think that all he needed was something to hope for. He began to tell us all about his feelings. He visited with everyone who came into the shop. He learned bits of English and Japanese. He changed our lives so much. My father loved him like a son, and he loved my father. They would always laugh together and dance together. When my Father died, he was very sad for five months. He still prays for my father every time he eats a meal. Lately, all he can talk about is a girl in his class that he wants to marry. She also has Down Syndrome. Every day he talks about the wedding he will have, and he invites everyone he sees. He has invited over 5,000 people so far. He tells each person what they are supposed to bring to the wedding. His father will not allow him to get married. But we are thinking about having a ‘wedding party,’ and inviting everyone in the town.”
(Jerusalem)

humansofnewyork:

“He’s like an angel. When he was younger, he would pass by our store everyday. He couldn’t speak back then. He couldn’t even say his name, but he always passed by the store and gave off the warmest feelings. My father began to invite him in, and soon he was coming by the store every day to play. When he started spending time with us, he began to improve very quickly. We told him we needed his help with the shop. We think that all he needed was something to hope for. He began to tell us all about his feelings. He visited with everyone who came into the shop. He learned bits of English and Japanese. He changed our lives so much. My father loved him like a son, and he loved my father. They would always laugh together and dance together. When my Father died, he was very sad for five months. He still prays for my father every time he eats a meal. Lately, all he can talk about is a girl in his class that he wants to marry. She also has Down Syndrome. Every day he talks about the wedding he will have, and he invites everyone he sees. He has invited over 5,000 people so far. He tells each person what they are supposed to bring to the wedding. His father will not allow him to get married. But we are thinking about having a ‘wedding party,’ and inviting everyone in the town.”

(Jerusalem)

The colors I want to be. ADP & David B.

The colors I want to be. ADP & David B.

And then after our global choreography to Killer Mike, the world’s biggest car pulls up to pick up everyone in the world and we all bounce through the streets to this.

I wish that once a week, never the same day nor same time, this song would blare across every speaker, through all our streets, over the rooftops, and every one of us would know the steps to a worldwide choreographed dance of awesomeness of which we would all stop whatever we were up to to begin doing, before returning to routine afterwards.

My other medicine for today. Been more than a month since I seen this one.

THEME BY PARTI