art and science synergy exhibit. go see it the museum of science!
I was sitting on a bench when a girl around 5 yrs old, in a fancy party dress, looked me in the eye & said “Why do you look like a monster?”
And I was like….
note: kimya does not look like a monster.
and fuck any parent who teaches a child to think like that.
I woke up and had the realization that she was probably talking about Monster High, where most of the girl monsters have multi-colored hair and the fangs look similar to my lip piercings.
I TOTALLY look like I could be the werewolf sisters’ weird aunt.
Maybe what this kid was telling me was that I was totally badass and I could’ve introduced her to the idea of cosplay.
Although she was a kid and being a kid is pretty much cosplay.
She WAS wearing a party dress at the gym. Maybe she was playing pretend and thought I was too.
I’m glad I wasn’t offended or defensive and that I responded with a smile and a shrug and just said “I like being fuzzy and colorful.”
Kids are usually not being mean.
They usually make so much more sense than adults, because they are so literal, but sometimes it takes the self-conscious adult brain a little longer to see what they are saying.
Dear Fancy Nancy,
I’m sorry that I am old and slow and didn’t realize that maybe you thought we were the only two people playing dress-up in the joint. A nice high five of solidarity probably would have been a better response.
Next time I won’t let you down with some boring reply.
I’ll howl or something.
I put my soul in what I do, and while I’m still here I’ll dance with you
because sometimes, dancing is all you gotta do.
Black Magic is a 20” x 20” illustration, more at www.jamesreads.com
Under the billion watt blink of a sleepless city,
She could make out the silhouettes of constellations,
Traced them behind her teeth with her tongue,
Like how you spell a song with just your body.
Give me a reason for living she shouted at the sky,
But her echo came back a love song that lullabied her into awakening,
Into her place in constellations that hold up heaven and inspire girls like her to dance.
Still in love with this piece of poetry.(via wethetrees)
happy mother’s day, moms
There are two types of squirrelsI JUST LAUGHED SO HARD OMFG