je fais voir. j’ai pas encore compris les fontionnaires.
on passe a table :)
(Source: fifinne, via remainsimple)
on bouge nos pieds a la musique
Now you are going to join the confusing mess of life with me and your parents and the rest of us, that we’ve been living in for years ahead of you, where it is not clear at all how to evaluate anything that you are doing or how you’re going to spend the rest of this time on this earth. Welcome to your future.
And the good news is that you can will things into existence. Like, I was not a very good writer, and I just willed it to happen by trying and trying and trying. You leave this school as well-armed for battle as anyone is. You’re doing as well as anybody. And, in my case, you just have to make up what you’re going to be. I would just work and work and work and make up little series that I’ll produce on Morning Edition, and … I just assumed that ideas would be sprinkled on me like fairy dust: You wake up, and you have a good idea. I had to learn that ideas, if you were going to make creative work, you have to find an idea to make the work about. That is a job in itself. And where do ideas come from? They come from other ideas, and you have to surround yourself with things that are interesting to you and notice what is exciting to you and what you want to dive into, and finding what you’re going to make your short story or film or song or art project or movie about is a job. Finding what you want to do next is a job. It’s a task: You have to set aside hours in the day, and you have to be a soldier, and you have to fight for what you’re going to make in yourself.
You cannot tell yourself where things would lead.
- Ira Glass
Mnsr Bruel. Je t’aime, oui, je t’aime.
james 3
You can develop a healthy, robust community that lives right with God and enjoy its results only if you do the hard work of getting along with each other, treating each other with dignity and honor.
God loves every person.
‘When you painted on earth–at least in your earlier days–it was because you caught glimpses of Heaven in the earthly landscape. The success of your painting was that it enabled others to see the glimpses too. But here you are having the thing itself. It is from here that the messages came. There is no good telling us about this country, for we see it already. In fact, we see it better than you do.’
‘Then there;s never going to be any point in painting here?’
‘I don’t say that. When you’ve grown into a Person (it’s all right, we all had to do it) there’ll be some things which you’ll see better than anyone else. One of the things you’ll want to do will be to tell us about them. But not yet. At present your business is to see. Come and see. He is endless. Come and feed.’
There was a little pause. ‘That will be delightful,’ said the Ghost presently in a rather dull voice.
‘Come then’ said the Spirit offering it his arm.
‘How soon do you think I could begin painting?’ it asked.
The Spirit broke into laughter. ‘Don’t you see you’ll never paint at all if that’s what you’re thinking about?’ he said.
‘What do you mean?’ asked the Ghost.
‘Why, if you are interested in the country only for the sake of painting it, you’ll never learn to see the country.’
‘But that’s just how a real artist is interested in the country.’
‘No. You’re forgetting,’ said the Spirit. ‘That was not how you began. Light itself was your first love: you loved paint only as a means of telling about light.’
(Source: eve-everafter)
High Meadow by OneEighteen
- i can’t explain how cool it is that every time any one sees a photo of mountains - anyone from around here - we search the photo super fast to see which mountains they are - like searching a room to see if any of our friends are here yet. It’s an unexplainable but really cool thing. Surrounded by friends that are also giant.
