Dad
“My dad has been able to get angry at him when I wasn’t able to. Dad is there to protect me.”
From An Open Letter to Everyone Who, When my Fiance Left Me, Told Me It Was ‘His Loss’ by Megan Van Loh
Craft Tool Basics | Lemon Jitters
If there’s one question I get asked a lot, it’s this: What should I have in my crafts box? It’s kind of a hard question because it truly depends on what kind of crafts you’re into! But this rundown of the basic tools you need from Lemon Jitters is a great place to start. These are all great tools for doing the basics, and once you have these you can build on top of it depending on the projects you want to have a go at (or if you’re like me, you want to do every project and want everything!) I can’t stress enough about the importance of having two pairs of scissors - one for paper and one for fabric. Using your fabric scissors on paper is a big no no! It will blunt them in a minute and make it more difficult to cut fabric easily. Plus the glue gun and the Mod Podge! Those two things are ace. The only other thing I would add to this list - a giant tool box to keep it all in!
let it go – the
smashed word broken
open vow or
the oath cracked length
wise – let it go it
was sworn to
golet them go – the
truthful liars and
the false fair friends
and the boths and
neithers – you must let them go they
were born
to golet all go – the
big small middling
tall bigger really
the biggest and all
things – let all go
dearso comes love
— e.e. cummings
(via juliasea)
Myth #1 – Introverts don’t like to talk.
This is not true. Introverts just don’t talk unless they have something to say. They hate small talk. Get an introvert talking about something they are interested in, and they won’t shut up for days.Myth #2 – Introverts are shy.
Shyness has nothing to…
First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.
May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty.
When the Crystal Meth is offered, May she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer.
Guide her, protect her
When crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes And not have to wear high heels.
What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit.
May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.
Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen. Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-humping in cars will wait.
O Lord, break the Internet forever, That she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.
And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it.
And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back.
“My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.
Amen.
Amen. May this be the prayer that I keep for my future daughter too.
I’m afraid that if you look at a thing long enough, it loses all of its meaning.
—Andy Warhol | Submitted by: bornonthe17th (via quote-book)
