Painter
I can’t say drawing or painting is one of my talents. I’ve had my moments where I’ve drawn something I’ve considered better than average, but those are rare. I just really like paints, and brushes, and the attention necessary to replicate an image. Just the thought of forgetting everything, except what’s directly in front of you, sounds so soothing.
I’ve considered getting a paint set…but then I think I have no time. Hmm maybe I’ll work on writing more, and slowly work my way up to painting.
Thoughts…
Jumping In
Before Spring Break began, I told myself I needed to be productive. This is my final semester, and I can’t leave anything to chance. With that said, I’ve made a list of everything I should do this week…it’s a long list. I probably won’t get it all done, so I have to prioritize.
But the best part will probably be tomorrow, because I’m reuniting with some old loves. One is my grandma, the second is tennis. I see my grandmother every single Sunday at church. She gives me one pack of Big Red gum, tells me “Que Dios te bendiga,” and gives me a big hug. It never fails. But I’m so involved in church that I don’t have time to sit with her and just chat. So tomorrow I’m going to run a few errands with her, and just catch up on life. I can’t wait to share the details of my life with her, and to hear the details of hers. AND… because she knows me so well, she is making my favorite dish ever…OXTAIL with white rice and black beans!!!
After my date with granny I’m going to play tennis with a friend I recently made. Last week I was having a conversation about my tennis days, and she overheard. Apparently she played tennis is HS also, and has been looking for someone to play with since she got to college! So after four long years of not even touching my racquet, I’m going to get to PLAY! I can’t wait. Tennis is the ONLY sport I’m actually good at. And aside from making a new friend, this one game has the potential to turn into a monthly thing for us…who knows!
Anyways I’m really looking forward to it. I get to spend the day doing things I love, with genuinely kind hearted people.
I want to live simply. I want to sit by the window when it rains and read books I’ll never be tested on. I want to paint because I want to, not because I’ve got something to prove. I want to listen to my body, fall asleep when the moon is high and wake up slowly, with no place to rush off to. I want not to be governed by money or clocks or any of the artificial restraints that humanity imposes on itself. I just want to be, boundless and free.
i wonder what its going to take for us to have healthy relationships with men and women. this whole men are dogs and women are bitches shit is getting old. generation after generation its the same shit. as much as i feel im justified to not trust men, its not right. and i dont like it. we should be loving each other, helping each other, respecting each, and helping each other grow.
Night Owl
I actually look forward to working a 9 to 5 (or something along those lines), hanging out for a while, then going to sleep at a normal hour. I’m tired of all-nighters, or staying up until 4 AM doing homework. I want to have a normal day/night schedule.
But at the same time I love staying up late, I’m the only one up. I can sit and think without any interruptions. I don’t have to pick up any calls, reply to any text/emails, or check FB/Twitter/Instagram notifications…it’s just me and my thoughts. For a couple hours I don’t have to deal with any BS, I don’t feel attacked, and I don’t have listen to any criticism.
I can just relax.
Time To Leave
Every time I enter a new place/stage in my life I end up attracting/accepting so much negative energy. I’m constantly surrounded by people that irritate me, have screwed up morals/values, and lack theory of mind. I know the last one is a bit of a push, but I swear it’s true.
I can actually pick out the people that are worth keeping around. Unfortunately, they are amidst the ones I could live without. I really can’t wait until graduation so I can start new. Keeping in touch with those who I care about, distancing myself from those that aren’t worth my time, and creating healthier friendships.
I know it’s not as easy as avoiding a few calls here and there, I have to actually change how I approach people. I have to set boundaries, and make my relationship with people clear….
I’m just tired of the BS.
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Banksy, the street artist
Banksy is a England-based graffiti artist, political activist, film director, and painter. His satirical form of street art and subversive epigrams combine irreverent dark humor with graffiti done in a distinctive stenciling technique. His form of art is something I really like.
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Chromatic Typewriter Prints
Tyree Callahan has recycled (or upcycled, perhaps) a classic 1937 Underwood typewriter by replacing letters with sponges soaked across the spectrum with bright yellows, reds, blues and combinations thereof.
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LC is always keepin’ it classy and i love her for that.
didn’t know she was on sway in the morning. definitely gotta find this video.
I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever, your leg my leg, your arm my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.
Charles Bukowski (via lovewithoutlaw)
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There will be another “vigil, march and FTP” tonight to protest the NYPD killing of Kimani Gray. Please RSVP on Facebook and invite your NYC friends.
16 year old Kimani “Kiki” Gray was shot 11 times on Saturday by two undercover police officers. Kimani, who begged for his life, told the police “Please don’t let me die,” to which they responded “Stay down, or we’ll shoot you again.”
The police say Kimani was armed but witnesses who attended yesterdays protest say the undercover officers hopped into their car after shooting Kimani and “drove off”, which is definitely against protocol and extremely suspicious to say the least.
Reblog this post to spread the news and if you’re in NYC and will be attending today’s protest, don’t forget to RSVP to the event page.
Even it out
I wish the satisfaction I felt in that one moment, could be applied to the rest of my life. It’s interesting how one part of you could be exactly where you need and want it to be. Yet, another part of you could be in pieces.
The most important things are the hardest to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them — words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they’re brought out. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you’ve said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. That’s the worst, I think. When the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear.
Stephen King (via a-cious)
She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon.
You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood.
She only looked away for a moment, and the mask slipped, and you fell. All your tomorrows start here.
Neil Gaiman, “The Girls”
From Fragile Things (via liquidnight)
From Fragile Things (via liquidnight)
NO
I just want to be at the point in my life where people have enough faith in me to trust my decisions, and not shut down my ideas.