Textual Sensations

A place for all those squirmy words that struggle for space in my mind to get out.

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“We cling to music, to poems, to quotes, to writing, to art because we desperately do not want to be alone. We want to know we aren’t going crazy and someone else out there knows exactly how you’re feeling. We want someone to explain the things we can’t.”

—   (via wordsthat-speak)

(via wordsthat-speak)

So true about notes on scraps.

So true about notes on scraps.

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“My second grade teacher liked to ask us,
“How do you feel today, on a scale of one to ten?”
Ten always meant I’m super, thank you
and one was always not today, Mrs. MacAuley, not today.
But I never liked numbers, they would always
twist and rebel against my mind so I chose
to speak in colors instead.

January third - I am the color
of mint chocolate chip ice cream
but I’ve eaten all the chocolate chips.
I am calm.

February seventh - I am a bruise of
blues and violets today. I think it would
be best if I sat by the window.
These are unhappy colors.

April eleventh - I am turquoise, I am magenta,
I am every color in the rainbow.

April thirtieth - I am gray, I am silent.

May first - I am orange, the color of melting
creamsicles on a beach in July.

June twelfth - I am as yellow as the school bus
that will bring me home to summer. I am free.

Twelve years later, I still use colors.
The winter makes me feel cobalt blue, the ocean
turns me a seafoam green. Violets and purples
leave me uneasy and scarlet is a fever of fury.
Some nights I drown in shades of navy, denim,
and cornflower but other nights I meditate in forests of
harlequin and shamrock.

But you,
you leave me a blinding white followed by a soft yellow:
the color of sunlight after a period of darkness.”

—   Kelsey Danielle, “A Diary of Colors” (via aurelle)

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I really like this style. This will be what I want for my triforce tattoo! On mah hip.
awkward-time-lady:


At one magical moment, in your early childhood, the page of a book—that string of confused alien ciphers—shivered into meaning. Words spoke to you, they gave up their secrets, at that moment, whole universes opened, and you became, irrevocably, a reader.

awkward-time-lady:

At one magical moment, in your early childhood, the page of a book—that string of confused alien ciphers—shivered into meaning. Words spoke to you, they gave up their secrets, at that moment, whole universes opened, and you became, irrevocably, a reader.

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teachingliteracy:

“Among Humans” artist book by Cassandra Fernandez

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brain-food:

THIS IS THE. RADDEST. FUCKING. WAY. TO EVER PRESENT A COMIC.

MALARIA tells the story of Fabiano, a young Mercenary who is hired to kill Death.
This short film combines Origami, Kirigami, Time lapse, nankin illustration, Comic Books and Western Cinema.
My first intention was to submit this project to Django Unchained Emerging Artist contest, but 6 months later we finally finished Malaria. We hope you enjoy it!

, you are my hero. 

AWESOME.

“People will kill you over time, and how they’ll kill you is with tiny, harmless phrases, like: ‘be realistic.’”

—   Dylan Moran (via suckybl0g)

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