Foto de la NASA la Tierra desde la Estacion Espacial. NASA photo of Earth from the space station.
I never liked jazz music because jazz music doesn’t resolve. But I was outside the Bagdad Theater in Portland one night when I saw a man playing the saxophone. I stood there for fifteen minutes, and he never opened his eyes.
After that I liked jazz music.
Sometimes you have to watch somebody love something before you can love it yourself. It is as if they are showing you the way.
I used to not like God because God didn’t resolve. But that was before any of this happened."
Old Mexico lives on
The counties with the highest concentration of Mexicans (as defined by ethnicity, rather than citizenship) overlap closely with the area that belonged to Mexico before the great gringo land-grab of 1848. Some are recent arrivals; others trace their roots to long before the map was redrawn. They didn’t jump the border—it jumped them.
Trying on an awesome costume for the first time.
*picks up broom*
"TELL THEM HOW I AM DEFYYYYYYYYYING GRAAAAAVITTYYYY"
*starts sweeping broom sadly*
"There is a castle on a cloud…"
*holds broom horizontally*
"Never need a reason, never need a rhyme. Up on the roof top step in time!"
*sweeps broom angrily*
"IT’S A HARD KNOCK LIFE!"
*begins waltzing with broom* I could have DAAAAANCED all NIIIIIGHT
Between scene changes, when the lights go down
And the crowd claps politely,
I do not think the claps belong only to the actors.
The claps belong to the sound crew getting the mics to work.
They belong to the light crew for hitting their marks perfectly.
They belong to the stage crew who are hurrying to change the set.
They belong to all the forgotten members who make the magic possible.
this is a really lame idea, but what the heck. ok so if you see this picture on your dash, you HAVE to smile. just force a smile, it’ll (hopefully) make you feel better. and reblog this so people can see this and smile. if you’re having a bad day, just remember that i love you and i’m (and all of the people who reblog this) here for you! and remember to smile, because no matter what happens, it always gets better.
I went to a market today in midtown and met a girl who was selling her poems. You pick your topic and price and she writes you a poem on the spot. The girl before me traded her favorite drawing pen for a poem. I traded $3 for a poem about traveling.
My thing is, have sex whenever you decide to want to have sex. You want to have sex on the first night, go ahead. You want to have sex after 20 dates, go ahead. You want to never have sex, go ahead. People think that someone’s sexual choices actually coincide with their personality. If all you can think of someone’s worth is whether they want to have sex or not, then the problem is probably you.
i have a lot to say
you just have to ask the right questions"