Your salt clusters upon my eyes, stinging nettles and traipsing flies.
The clouded window I wipe clean, a fog of something I once seen.
Fragmented dreams kiss my fingers, an unwound story that lingers.

learn more?

Lately, I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and who I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be… and when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this: Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.

Andrea Gibson (via aweirdspeciesofbeauty)

(Source: theunquotables)

valetudo:

sometimes when i’m required to check someone’s script, i find comments within them. i think ‘chiak sai’ is Hokkien for ‘eat shit’.

i guess this is the programmer’s equivalent to illustrators naming their files thisjobsucks.ai or fuckyou.jpg. i should know, hurhur.

bkyngw:

who is this delightful child and why were we deprived of his existance before this

archatlas:

 Jon Shaw

I am fucking screaming right now because this combines my love of colour and fine detail with semi-abstracted cityscapes!!

victongai:

A Cup of Salt Tears

Victo Ngai

Besides the fact that Irene Gallo being one of the best ADs, I am always excited to work onTor.com short story art there’s no way to tell what kind of subject matter will come along. 

This piece accompanies Isabel Yep’s novelette A cup of Salt Tears - an eerie yet beautiful story. You can read it here. The audiobook of IQ84 by Murakami Haruki accompanied the working of this piece, it was quite the perfect track. 

Makino’s mother taught her caution, showed her how to carve her name into cucumbers, and insisted that she never let a kappa touch her. But when she grows up and her husband Tetsuya falls deathly ill, a kappa that claims to know her comes calling with a barbed promise. “A Cup of Salt Tears” is a dark fantasy leaning towards horror that asks how much someone should sacrifice for the one she loves.” 

While I was doing research for this project, I learnt a lot of interesting facts about Kappa (河童 ”river-child”), including their obsession with shirikodama (尻子玉 "Small Anal Ball"). It’s believed that kappa lure their victims into the water and gain power by taking their shirikodama, a mythical ball said to contain their soul which is located inside the anus. Check out the amazing manga by Hokusai titled 同河童を釣るの法 (“How to fish for Kappa”).

One day it just gets better. There’s no explanation or reason why. You just wake up and you’re not angry anymore.

(via renefields)

(Source: shesayshelovemy-lolly)

Love, love, love, love is like sunshine:
Sometimes you have to get burned to know you were there.

Andrea Gibson, excerpt from “Wasabi” (via larmoyante) —

The one thing about teaching that is the most difficult part that no one tells you about in school is timing. Timing of student pacing, timing of things imposed by higher ups, timing of progress and lessons in general.
Today was a doozy because we have implemented an extra time slot on Thursdays specifically for test prep (tuesday is character building/college prep) on top of our regular teaching. It was extra fun today because they literally gave us the materials for this schoolwide lesson an hour before it was to happen, despite being three weeks into the year already WHOO
But the students were excellent, were patient and followed through despite hiccups on my part and I was really proud. Also, while helping a student once the lesson was over, my bosses came in and quizzed the children on the lesson and they answered with such enthusiasm! Haha I was so happy and surprised because a lot of students don’t really like this schoolwide class. But it was good :D and it was nice to hear back from my boss too that I have a good class (`・ω・´) ive come a long way in my classroom management skills and skill as a teacher :)

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durianseeds:

So I sit and wait till it appears— hopefully someday soon, hopefully before next year. I just sit and I glare. It’s a mystery how it vanished, how it left me here.

Oh, my heart so bare; nothing left to share.
Oh, where did it go, withered away.
Give me love that will stay.

tadeles:

graduation!
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tadeles:

graduation!

soulhadi:

Evening Masjid Jamek

actegratuit:

new works by Midori Yamada

synthetikweekend:

objectoccult:

Before the availability of the tape recorder and during the 1950s, when vinyl was scarce, people in the Soviet Union began making records of banned Western music on discarded x-rays. With the help of a special device, banned bootlegged jazz and rock ‘n’ roll records were “pressed” on thick radiographs salvaged from hospital waste bins and then cut into discs of 23-25 centimeters in diameter. “They would cut the X-ray into a crude circle with manicure scissors and use a cigarette to burn a hole,” says author Anya von Bremzen. “You’d have Elvis on the lungs, Duke Ellington on Aunt Masha’s brain scan — forbidden Western music captured on the interiors of Soviet citizens.”

SO AMAZING.
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synthetikweekend:

objectoccult:

Before the availability of the tape recorder and during the 1950s, when vinyl was scarce, people in the Soviet Union began making records of banned Western music on discarded x-rays. With the help of a special device, banned bootlegged jazz and rock ‘n’ roll records were “pressed” on thick radiographs salvaged from hospital waste bins and then cut into discs of 23-25 centimeters in diameter. “They would cut the X-ray into a crude circle with manicure scissors and use a cigarette to burn a hole,” says author Anya von Bremzen. “You’d have Elvis on the lungs, Duke Ellington on Aunt Masha’s brain scan — forbidden Western music captured on the interiors of Soviet citizens.”

SO AMAZING.

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