One day we’ll be in a Marvel movie, sitting there as something doesn’t feel right. and as the credits start to roll we’ll know what it is. It will flash up on screen and our hearts will break. “In loving memory of Stan Lee”. There was no cameo in that movie. And there never will be again.
in first period a girl got dress coded for wearing a tank top with a jacket over it and this scrawny little boy stood up and yelled “OH MY GOD SHE HAS SKIN THE SKIN IS TOO MUCH FOR ME HER SHOULDERS ARE BEAUTIFUL THIS IS TOO MUCH” and the teacher got so annoyed with him that she didn’t get to dress coding her
There is a tribe in Africa where the birth date of a child is counted not from when they were born, nor from when they are conceived but from the day that the child was a thought in its mother’s mind. And when a woman decides that she will have a child, she goes off and sits under a tree, by herself, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child that wants to come. And after she’s heard the song of this child, she comes back to the man who will be the child’s father, and teaches it to him. And then, when they make love to physically conceive the child, some of that time they sing the song of the child, as a way to invite it.
And then, when the mother is pregnant, the mother teaches that child’s song to the midwives and the old women of the village, so that when the child is born, the old women and the people around her sing the child’s song to welcome it. And then, as the child grows up, the other villagers are taught the child’s song. If the child falls, or hurts its knee, someone picks it up and sings its song to it. Or perhaps the child does something wonderful, or goes through the rites of puberty, then as a way of honoring this person, the people of the village sing his or her song.
In the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits a crime or aberrant social act, the individual is called to the center of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.
The tribe recognizes that the correction for antisocial behavior is not punishment; it is love and the remembrance of identity. When you recognize your own song, you have no desire or need to do anything that would hurt another.
And it goes this way through their life. In marriage, the songs are sung, together. And finally, when this child is lying in bed, ready to die, all the villagers know his or her song, and they sing—for the last time—the song to that person.
You may not have grown up in an African tribe that sings your song to you at crucial life transitions, but life is always reminding you when you are in tune with yourself and when you are not. When you feel good, what you are doing matches your song, and when you feel awful, it doesn’t. In the end, we shall all recognize our song and sing it well. You may feel a little warbly at the moment, but so have all the great singers. Just keep singing and you’ll find your way home.This is the most amazing thing I have ever read.
THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL IM ALMOST TEARING UP
Reblog for eternity.
OH COOL LOOK A NEW MESSAGE!
WRONG!
THAT BAD BOY RIGHT THERE IS A VIRUS.
YEP, YOU HIT THAT TEMPTING LITTLE CIRCLE AND YOU HAVE A ONE WAY TRIP TO VIRUS-VILLE ON THE MY COMPUTER IS NOW CRASHED BUS!
DON’T CLICK IT.
CLICK IT AND YOUR HACKED.
CLICK IT AND YOUR COMPUTER DIES.
CLICK IT AND BASICALLY YOU’RE SCREWED.
Signal boost for my followers. I hate this kind of virus :S Then again, I hate ALL viruses.
Remember: Anything with an email attached IS A VIRUS.
I JUST SAW THIS POST AFTER CLICKING IT FML
superlockedhogwartianinthetardis:
Doctor Who: The only show that has inter-species crime fighting lesbians with a pet potato.
I wonder what we look like to the outside world
Probably more sane than the SPN fandom.
[Battlefield Commentary]
Jeff Davis: Now, as a writer, some scene takes forever to write, and they just drag along, and you feel like death at your computer. This scene took me 15 minutes to write, and it came out to be one of my favorite scenes. For two reasons: Dylan’s performance in this scene is extraordinary, and this was actually picked up by our director Russel, and his direction of it was beautiful.
[…]
Jeff: But this is one of our heavier episodes, and relying on Dylan O’Brien in this first scene is unusual for us, to bring the drama. But the amazing thing about him is he’s a really good dramatic actor.
[…]
Jeff: One of the things I really like to do in scenes like this, especially as this scene is what I like to call “take a meeting scene,” you always want to build it around something visual. So I thought of the idea of he’s knotting the lacrosse stick and he’s constantly toying with that knot and the reason is he feels like his life is unraveling. So subconsciously you’re telling the viewer, this is what’s happening to him. He’s not just talking to us, he’s showing what he’s feeling by constantly pulling that knot tighter and tighter. Now the panic attacks go back to Stiles’ history with his mom dying.
[…]
Jeff: This kid has beautiful eyes, too.
A police officer was killed this week here in Arizona. Today is his daughter’s kindergarten graduation, and because he couldn’t be there, the rest of the force showed up to represent him.
