Not Even Sorry

So as I was doing the make-up for my kids’ play this week they would ask me why I decided on different make-up styles, and every time I said, “because this is my design.”

I am possibly spending too much time watching/thinking/talking about Hannibal.

wordsinsolitude:

have you ever noticed the changing of the seasons?

slow

    —-then all at once

one signaling the inevitable invasion of another

welcomed

    —-and bittersweet.

now the leaves

       deep red and burnt brown

dripping from trembling limbs

penance for the indulgent self-absorption of hot

       sticky, sweet months

and you think you’re going to do lots of this

but your kids beg you to come see them in the parade, and you know you’re going to be all

so you get up on your day off, go and see them, and they are the cutest things you have ever seen

and then you go home and promptly go back to bed

anerdthatlovesdrumcorps:

what if instead of saying shut up we just yelled decrescendo at people

I will be using this in class.

(via wannaknowhowigotthesescars)

teacherthoughtbubble: