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29 Mar 2012
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“Friendship - Part 1 & Part 2”
Marker lineart/photography

I’m happy to finally have this little series done- it’s been in the works between tons of other projects for quite a few months. It’s based around definitions of friendship (Part 1 being a happy place; having a loving, supportive friendship, Part 2 being the place you find yourself after a friendship ends roughly, where you might find yourself questioning what ‘friendship’ really is.) I’m not in the same place I was when I first started these, thankfully, but I still think it was an important part of the process to get the sadness out of my system. Considering making a part 3 to the series in the future.

FYI

I know a lot of good friends who love Tumblr (for whatever reason).

FYI -

I do not love Tumblr, I find it a weird strange vacuous cesspool.
I do not have more than one account - this one was conceived to satiate my curiosity.
I have about a million and two better things to do than to spend time anonymously putting down strangers on the Internet. Get over yourself.

Cheers.

10 Apr 2011
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surgeries:

Female anti-government protestors pray during a demonstration demanding the resignation of Yemeni President Ali Abdullah Saleh, in Sanaa,Yemen. Defying a deadly government crackdown, tens of thousands of protesters have poured into the streets. (via)

10 Apr 2011
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surgeries:

Liquid Explosion Painting! (by markchadwickart)

10 Apr 2011
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For instance: “The curtains were blue.”
What your teacher thinks: “The curtains represent his immense depression and his lack of will to carry on.”
What the author meant: “The curtains were f****** blue.”

;alsfja;dlskafjl;k!~!$&*@&*@!
Saw this on my dash and had to re-blog it. This drives me INSANE, that teachers/profs do this! I love reading, I love languages (even English!) - when I applied to university it was for an English major.
First year, first semester: in a mandatory Poetry 101 class… we had to read “The Red Wheelbarrow” by William Carlos Williams, and the prof asked us to write a short paper on how it made us feel, what it meant to us. That was it.
He had the nerve >:-| to hand me back my paper with a crappy grade, saying I’d analyzed it wrong! That my feelings were wrong.
Him being such a jerk about the whole thing (I totally tried to get him to see the retardedness of it all, to no avail) is the reason for two major things:
a) me switching from being an English major, to Classical History (best switch ever!)
and
b) me never forgetting the prof’s name: Cary DiPietro.
Ass.
(I still like the poem, though.)

For instance: “The curtains were blue.”

What your teacher thinks: “The curtains represent his immense depression and his lack of will to carry on.”

What the author meant: “The curtains were f****** blue.”

;alsfja;dlskafjl;k!~!$&*@&*@!

Saw this on my dash and had to re-blog it. This drives me INSANE, that teachers/profs do this! I love reading, I love languages (even English!) - when I applied to university it was for an English major.

First year, first semester: in a mandatory Poetry 101 class… we had to read “The Red Wheelbarrow” by William Carlos Williams, and the prof asked us to write a short paper on how it made us feel, what it meant to us. That was it.

He had the nerve >:-| to hand me back my paper with a crappy grade, saying I’d analyzed it wrong! That my feelings were wrong.

Him being such a jerk about the whole thing (I totally tried to get him to see the retardedness of it all, to no avail) is the reason for two major things:

a) me switching from being an English major, to Classical History (best switch ever!)

and

b) me never forgetting the prof’s name: Cary DiPietro.

Ass.

(I still like the poem, though.)

27 Mar 2011
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(Sam again.)

27 Mar 2011
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I like this song, that’s all.

Grace, too.

27 Mar 2011
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hereslala:

Central Park photo by me

This reminds me of a soft, magical night on campus this one time… /storylater

<3

20 Mar 2011
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ice cream castles

do you ever just stop and think and find that

you’re on the other side of school

you’re on the other side of 25

you’re on the other side of marriage, and divorce

and think numbly,

I’ve looked at life from both sides now

but I really don’t know life

at all

and then look at some random chick that’s probably only ever been on one side of anything - but she’s got something that you don’t; something that you can’t have. And she has no idea of what she has, and you can’t look at her any more.