“If beauty signaled so much power, why did four out of four historical beauties die tragically?”
Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.
But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.
On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.
But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.
But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.
And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.
Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.
The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.
When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.
~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy
I hate that I hesitated to reblog this just because I expect people to think it’s pretentious or melodramatic when it’s seriously real as fuck and I’ve witnessed it
Fuck man
WTF every day i want french fries what is this
a fuckin’ mood, that’s what
omg my dorm has the exact same type of microfridge lmaooo
the freezer on brads last year malfunctioned and it turned into a huge block of literal ice with the door frozen open it was funny
fluffy scenarios and actions that make my heart melt
prompt list by @novelbear
- going in for a kiss and either bumping noses or foreheads
- that warm feeling they get when they successfully make the other laugh out loud
- brushing their hair for them and smiling fondly as they just ramble about their day
- ^ or even drying it when they're too lazy to when they just get out of the shower
- peppering kisses all over their face nonstop, making the other laugh out a plead for mercy
- lying together in silence, one playing with the string of the hoodie on their lover's chest
- playing with their hair until they fall asleep
- spraying whipped cream on the other's nose and kissing it off
- one gaming (or focusing on something) normally whilst the other styles their hair in silly little ways
- wrapping themselves around the other to help them out with something (baking, working out, etc.)
- pictures being taken while out on dates, making sure to compliment their lover after each one they capture
- walking together hand-in-hand and having their arms swing slightly
- holding them close and noticing the smell of their shampoo in their hair
- asking the other to sing for them
- reading together
- ^ one reading aloud as the other is lying on their shoulder, dozing off to the sound of their voice
- burying their face into the other's chest/shoulder when they get embarrassed or shy
- when they go over to sit on their lap and cup their cheeks, lovingly staring into their eyes oh my god
WAIT FIVE GUYS ISNT A MASC HOOTERS???
I want to print this ask out and frame it and keep it on my nightstand so it's the first and last thing I look at every day until I die
I'm setting my trap, to catch the damn haiku bot. Quiet! Here it comes.
I’m setting my trap,
to catch the damn haiku bot.
Quiet! Here it comes.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
"the writer's strike could stop the MCU from making new movies for months!" fuck dont dirtytalk me like that. it's only 9:34 am
"the average qsmp member gets terrorized psychologically at least once a day" is a statistical error. horror movie protagonist cellbit, who has only been here a week and has been exposed to The Horrors countless times, is an outlier and should not have been counted
Imagine being the last owner of Hanako, that 226 year old Japanese koi that was spawned in 1751 and died in 1977. A fish that outlived 7 emperors. A fish that survived the Second World War. And she dies in your care. I would never recover.
⚠️ Important News! ⚠️
Look at her go :)
Look at that little face <3
Sorry as someone who teaches rhetoric this is a wonderful response to the Paradox of Tolerance. I cannot tell you how many times my students have had debates about this. This is the response. This does indeed fix it. I cannot wait to tell this to my classes now. Philosophically and rhetorically this completely resolved the Paradox of Tolerance and I am floored by its simplicity and angry I never saw it before.
we need to destigmatize dropping out of college I am so serious. like dude if u realize that is Bad For You then you can just Leave. I am so fucking serious. just stop. there are other options and you don’t need to force yourself through shit you can’t do and go into debt. i promise you can just Not.
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