want please.
(Source: boldbrazenbrave)
the most beautiful, quirky think i’ve ever seen
every one of these statements is something i agree with.
(Source: reasoningwithvampires)
One teachers approach to preventing gender bullying in a classroom
Alie arrived at our 1st-grade classroom wearing a sweatshirt with a hood. I asked her to take off her hood, and she refused. I thought she was just being difficult and ignored it. After breakfast we got in line for art, and I noticed that she still had not removed her hood. When we arrived at the art room, I said: “Allie, I’m not playing. It’s time for art. The rule is no hoods or hats in school.”
She looked up with tears in her eyes and I realized there was something wrong. Her classmates went into the art room and we moved to the art storage area so her classmates wouldn’t hear our conversation. I softened my tone and asked her if she’d like to tell me what was wrong.
“My ponytail,” she cried.
“Can I see?” I asked.
She nodded and pulled down her hood. Allie’s braids had come undone overnight and there hadn’t been time to redo them in the morning, so they had to be put back in a ponytail. It was high up on the back of her head like those of many girls in our class, but I could see that to Allie it just felt wrong. With Allie’s permission, I took the elastic out and re-braided her hair so it could hang down.
“How’s that?” I asked.
She smiled. “Good,” she said and skipped off to join her friends in art.
‘Why Do You Look Like a Boy?’
it’s great when people you know are on whitewhine.com
“What, the 2011 not suiting you?”
TBA: tunes, beats, awesome
The past few weeks have been a crazy musical adventure, and I want to encourage everyone to go check out my new musical family, TBA (tunes, beats, awesome) TBA is an a cappella group comprised of 17 musicians in the Toronto area. We sing, we play, and we try to dance. And, most importantly, we can suspend ourselves mid-air. Click the photo to hear some a cappella goodness. 
“i like my body when it is with your” by e.e. cummings
Advice to a Girl
by Sara Teasdale
No one worth possessing
Can be quite possessed;
Lay that on your heart,
My young angry dear;
This truth, this hard and precious stone,
Lay it on your hot cheek,
Let it hide your tear.
Hold it like a crystal
When you are alone
And gaze in the depths of the icy stone.
Long, look long and you will be blessed:
No one worth possessing
Can be quite possessed.
i’ve always wanted a bookshelf that needs a ladder.
(Source: trashionbitches)
poem of the day (#11)
6:33 p.m.
“what do you want?”
i ask myself
nibbling on the end of the pencil
shading and erasing
shapes in the margins of the blank paper.
the paper repels me.
nothing is great.
my thoughts settle into silence.
poem of the day (#10)
1:21 p.m.
it is easy to hide behind a body of text
(as i do)
i can see
the letters
lining up like soldiers, each one the same.
stripped of their individuality
and sewn into uniforms
ready to march.
poem of the day (#9)
8:50 p.m.
it is amazing how
colons and parentheses
and one-hundred-and-sixty
character snippets
scream between my eyes
while the man in the window seat
watches Charlie find his golden ticket
and falls easily into sleep
as we reach maximum altitude.
poem of the day (#8)
8:35 a.m.
once you’ve taken everything off the walls
-posters and love notes and thumb tacks-
one it’s all gone,
it will be like no one has ever lived here.
but for now,
you can only lay safely between two sheets,
and, if you don’t open the curtains,
there is no today.
