nathan, amateur at everything.
I’m not that obsessed, I just love her a lot is all.
so what, I’m organized
this isnt weird
where are you going
i can stop anytime i want
The beginning of Earl Sweatshirt’s Burgundy opens with “Whattup, niggah? Why you so depressed and sad all the time like a little bitch?” and I must say that there’s a lot to be blue about! Like omg, people! Sure there are one or two people that come in a lifetime that make you feel like sunshine and rainbows are shooting out of your a$$, but the main purpose for humans were to disappoint other humans! This teaches us a lot as we grow older (and I’m sure you know what I’m talking about, teacher).
But ew! I don’t want to grow older! And older doesn’t mean wiser, teacher. If I could, and I will (because like my parents have a lot of money), I’ll lock myself up in a closet and read all the books and watch all the movies that will be best for me! I got this rad idea from Catcher in the Rye when Holden talks about a closet piano player. I’m going to strive all my sweat and life to be just that, even if I don’t learn how to play the piano lol.
Anyway, Woody Allen taught me that in order to understand the world, I just have to examine the life of teachers, and I’m examining yours. I would never like to become you! I won’t grow old as you or grow senile like you. Before I let all the happiness flee out of my body, and raisin me out like you, I’m going to go swimming in the riverbed just outside the school! I’ll be sure to fill my pockets with biscuits like Woolf and play that one Pocahontas song before I splash!
Also, one more thing, teacher. I’ve always had this problem about people asking about how I’m doing like do they even really give two hoots? Or even one hoot? I wouldn’t! XD Just thought I should let you know because I think this is going to be the last assignment I’m turning into you because, really, all the assignments you give me along with the hundreds of other students that suffer through this waste-of-time called school is such a killjoy like I don’t even need that in my life.
You disappoint me, teacher. I really liked your hairdo on the first day of school and that gave me hope for enjoying your class, but you really bleeped up! haha
-a girl whose tween idols are Plath, Heather’s Winona, and Daria (like do you even know who those girls are???)
#pm me for my new #tumblr !!!! XDDD
you’re waiting for a train. a train that will take you far away, to france.
Yamamoto’s works are mostly temporary, intricate, large-scale installations, or, “salt labyrinths”.
"Salt, a traditional symbol for purification and mourning in Japanese culture, is used in funeral rituals and by sumo wrestlers before matches. It is frequently placed in small piles at the entrance to restaurants and other businesses to ward off evil spirits and to attract benevolent ones.
Yamamoto forged a connection to the substance while mourning the death of his sister at the age of twenty-four from brain cancer, and began to create art out of salt in an effort to preserve his memories of her.
His art radiates an intense beauty and tranquility, but also conveys something ineffable, painful, and endless.”
“Drawing a labyrinth with salt is like following a trace of my memory. Memories seem to change and vanish as time goes by; however, what I seek is to capture a frozen moment that cannot be attained through pictures or writings. What I look for at the end of the act of drawing could be a feeling of touching a precious memory.”