SUBMISSION:
Components of a Lustron Prefabricated House, Columbus, Ohio, 1949 (scanned postcard)
photograph by Arnold Newman; copyright 1984 Arnold Newman; also copyright Fotofolio
That’s really freaking cool
(Source: icanread)
Jacob spoke first.
“I want to know if my hair is just like yours,” he told Mr. Obama, but so quietly that the president asked him to speak again.
Jacob did, and Mr. Obama replied, “Why don’t you touch it and see for yourself?” He brought his head level with Jacob, who hesitated.
“Touch it, dude!” Mr. Obama said.
As Jacob, who was 5, patted the presidential crown, Mr. Souza snapped.
“So, what do you think?” Mr. Obama asked.
(Source: amy--jean)
this is the garden:colours come and go,
frail azures fluttering from night’s outer wing
strong silent greens silently lingering,
absolute lights like baths of golden snow.
This is the garden:pursed lips do blow
upon cool flutes within wide glooms,and sing
(of harps celestial to the quivering string)
invisible faces hauntingly and slow.
This is the garden. Time shall surely reap
and on Death’s blade lie many a flower curled,
in other lands where other songs may be sung;
yet stand They here enraptured,as among
the slow deep trees perpetual of sleep
some silver-fingered fountain steals the world.
-ee cummings
I’M SORRY I BROKE THE COFFEE TABLE DURING MY INCREDIBLY LABOR-INTENSIVE AND EXHAUSTING RENDITION OF BEYONCÉ’S ‘LOVE ON TOP’.
MY DISMAY WAS MITIGATED BY HOW IMPRESSIVE YOUR DANCE MOVES WERE.
THANK YOU. I’VE BEEN PRACTICING. I REALLY AM SORRY ABOUT THE TABLE, THOUGH.
IT’S FINE. FORGET ABOUT IT.
HEHEHEHEHEHEHE.
HA HA HA HA HA.
GOOD ONE, MOM.
(via idontwantrealism)
