THE DARK DEPTHS OF THE OCEAN TO MEET AND LEARN SURPRISING FACTS ABOUT THE MAGNIFICENT ANIMALS THAT LIVE THERE ALL THROUGH THE CAPTIVATING COLORFUL PAGES OF ZOOBOOKS
Multi fandom blog and a teenage renegade. What can I say?
"he hasn’t called, he hasn’t texted…"
I SMELL CONCERNED BOYFRIEND, DEAN WINCHESTER
i hate getting close to people because then they realize i’m a piece of shit
In 2006 Ms. Lockwood, an English teacher at Xavier High School, asked her students to write a letter to a famous author. She wanted them discuss the author’s work and ask for advice. Kurt Vonnegut (1922 – 2007) was the only one to write back and his advice is worth reading.
Dear Xavier High School, and Ms. Lockwood, and Messrs Perin, McFeely, Batten, Maurer and Congiusta:
I thank you for your friendly letters. You sure know how to cheer up a really old geezer (84) in his sunset years. I don’t make public appearances any more because I now resemble nothing so much as an iguana.
What I had to say to you, moreover, would not take long, to wit: Practice any art, music, singing, dancing, acting, drawing, painting, sculpting, poetry, fiction, essays, reportage, no matter how well or badly, not to get money and fame, but to experience becoming, to find out what’s inside you, to make your soul grow.
Seriously! I mean starting right now, do art and do it for the rest of your lives. Draw a funny or nice picture of Ms. Lockwood, and give it to her. Dance home after school, and sing in the shower and on and on. Make a face in your mashed potatoes. Pretend you’re Count Dracula.
Here’s an assignment for tonight, and I hope Ms. Lockwood will flunk you if you don’t do it: Write a six line poem, about anything, but rhymed. No fair tennis without a net. Make it as good as you possibly can. But don’t tell anybody what you’re doing. Don’t show it or recite it to anybody, not even your girlfriend or parents or whatever, or Ms. Lockwood. OK?
Tear it up into teeny-weeny pieces, and discard them into widely separated trash recepticals. You will find that you have already been gloriously rewarded for your poem. You have experienced becoming, learned a lot more about what’s inside you, and you have made your soul grow.
God bless you all!
No officer, you don’t understand! You put the gun in your hands, but you don’t pull the trigger. Why are you arresting me?? IT’S A METAPHOR!!!
Do my dark undereye circles and unwashed hair turn you on
dwayne ‘the mineral’ johnson, jesus christ marie
today in math class, I didn’t understand the work so I started doing this to pass the time (and also to make it look like I was doing something). my intent was to fill up the whole paper, but before I finished my math teacher came behind me, took my pencil, and wrote the bottom.
"Ringo isn’t even the best drummer in the Beatles"