16 December 2013 @ 01:31 pm
Hello...is there any body there? I don't have much to say except that I studied to be an art teacher, and it didn't work out. I don't remember much of my childhood because a lot of the moments were rough, so I wish for a second and I think I'm getting it now sitting home on disability all the time. Anyway...post more.
 
 
21 December 2009 @ 09:08 pm
As Christmas and my birthday draw closer, I have been feeling more and more alienated. I feel less than enthused about what should be an exciting, joyous time of the year. I’m lucky enough to have been born right before Christmas. This year, though, I have been so un-excited by everything. I think I’m “growing up,” as they say. Sigh. I’m not happy about this change. I think that I need to rekindle my childlike spirit. Quickly! Are any of you feeling similarly? What have you done to remedy your situation? Here are some tips and tricks that I will attempt over the next few days. Feel free to do so yourself and let me know how they work for you!
 
 
01 November 2009 @ 03:47 am
All icons are made from real images of Michael Jackson's Neverland estate.

● credit: theidolhands
● comments appreciated
no hotlinking
● icons aren't bases




If you want to view paradise...
*click the "michael jackson" tag to view every icon in that theme.
*click the "icon" tag to view ALL created.
 
 
16 September 2009 @ 08:07 am
 
 
19 August 2009 @ 04:19 pm
5335_775659689652_5125597_45705681_.jpg picture by halleyannproctor

At first there was the first, then came the middle, last the runt. In the highlands of the mountains, which took you low in a one-lane road over the river. The first was a three-dollar bill made for truck dashing, the runt was conjectured to croak at conception, and the middle was the midship in limbo.

A string bean mezzo, cutest mere cat in town. Lanyard hair, bright to signal sailors of the storm seen though the nearest port was in a land locked state. A phenomenon of thunderstorms and grounded subjects. Buzzing volcanically on anything from masts, spires, and chimney to grass, leaves, and cattle horns. She knew who she was when she got up that morning.

The town only offered a square with a five and dime vending store-spun soda. A pastry emporium where she procured the ort at two in the daylight when they padlocked. Bestraddled brick ledges around the courthouse. Sugar lips, mouth agape with cream cobwebs, plasma crumbs in molars. Lolled at an abated boutique from thrashes of a less diminutive repository. Clothes high heavened of a peculiar dryer sheet native to a primrose and a trillium. Combs hawked in the jar. Hunting clothes invisible save for neon orange juice sashes.

In the grisaille of dimmet, she roosted herself in a tree, singing a song of a salamander on a topmast, a yard, and a bowsprit. Through the sulphurous air, she meet a weeping willow without a pillow to cry on and she didn’t dare bode him about her shoulder pads. He budged her back in a tree. Poured tears on her salt bound buttons. Gave her some gum made with glue and a glove and some pliers. Despite connotations, an apple will fall on your head without opportunity for free will. There’s fleeting want then there is desire. Absence means something, but something was sprouting. Night air doesn’t suit the canaries voice to herald an answer.

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08 June 2009 @ 12:14 pm
Time  
 I'm 23!  Next month I'll be 24!  WHAT?  My teacher in the Children's Lit class I took was talking about the book Tuck Everlasting and asked what age you would want to stop growing at.  He said "probably not 5, but maybe 18." And I was thinking "No! I want to be 5!"  But that's what it feels like when you're young, that you've been 5 FOR-EVER!  So how come when we get older time speeds up.  I thought, and I don't know, it might be because we don't take the time to appreciate all we do in a day.  So I'm making an experiment where I'm going to write everything I did down on a list at the end of each day and take time to think about it.

My other idea is that maybe time will slow down again if I start my day early and watch cartoons and eat cereal and play with to cars before I work like I used to before school.  I am not sure if these things will work.

Oh, maybe it's because when you're a kid you want to be older and waiting makes time seem slower.  Maybe I should try to get really excited about being 100!  That'll slow things down.  Maybe I should do tedious math problem worksheets form September to June so I start looking forward to summer more.   

"Time... is marching on
And time... is still marching on." -They Might Be Giants  

love.
 
 
05 May 2009 @ 11:11 pm


©2007-2009 ~YusufArtun
 
 
21 April 2009 @ 04:59 pm


©2009 *yaamas
 
 
I want to introduce you to a charming community called yay_potterkids. It was started by an artist called leochi who is a teacher by profession and an artist by avocation. It focuses on the Potterverse but it’s vastly different from the majority of HP fan sites. It’s a place where you can rediscover your love for the innocent pleasures of childhood and a place where you can safely send your kid to read Potter-related fanfiction or enjoy G-PG-rated art. Won’t you check it out?
 
 
15 April 2009 @ 10:12 pm
I couldn't resist posting this up.  From http://store.imaginechildhood.com/fairyhouses.aspx

Pumpkin Fairy House  Mushroom Fairy House