Racebent Rapunzel Finished! Prints will be available [on my site] (if it’s not up yet, keep checking back!)
About: I wanted to make a Filipino Rapunzel. :3 Outfit based on the Kalinga people of the Philippines.
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Wow I woke up to a tonne of notes for this. I’m so excited, my original stuff newer explodes like this!
i’m re-reblogging cause it needs more notes!
awww thanks bby! just fyi the prints are available!
A LOVE EXERCISE
This s what I try to do at least once a month. I take Paul’s ode to love which can be found in 1 Corinthinas 13, verse 4 to 8, and go through a simple three-step exercise :
 read the text slowly and out loud.
 Read the text again. This time replace the word “love” with the name of “Jesus”. Go slow and pause long enough to reflect on each phrase.
 Read the text for the third time. This time, replace the word “love” with you name, and after each phrase drop a question mark and allow for a period of silence in which you can hear the answer …
For those who need the text, here it is:
Love is patient
Love is kind
Love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude.
Love does not insist on its own way
Love is not irritable or resentful;
Love does not rejoice in wrong-doing
Love rejoices in the truth.
Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
Love never ends.
he’s at an expensive restaurant with watson on the company dime of a wall street firm, which he hates on principle
he notices a young couple nearby, and deduces that (A) the man is about to propose to the woman and (B) they can’t normally afford to eat at a place like this
Lisa Ampleman, from “Mouth: To Say,” in Full Cry (NFSPS Press, 2013)
Every Friday afternoon Chase’s teacher asks her students to take out a piece of paper and write down the names of four children with whom they’d like to sit the following week. The children know that these requests may or may not be honored. She also asks the students to nominate one student whom they believe has been an exceptional classroom citizen that week. All ballots are privately submitted to her.
And every single Friday afternoon, after the students go home, Chase’s teacher takes out those slips of paper, places them in front of her and studies them. She looks for patterns.
This is brilliant.
There’s mild comfort in order—alphabetized books,
a well-stocked bar, stacks of folded laundry
scented with lavender. When I was young
I tried to learn the constellations, their shapes
& positions, but it was bewildering, the night sky
milky with city light, the contours too abstract.
As language evolves & acquires words for colors
colors always enter in the same order: black & white,
then red, then green or yellow, & after that the other one,
yellow or green. The fifth color is always a name
for blue. An afterthought, a spectre of green—
yet how blue & nothing else are the hours at three & four a.m.
when a powdery light, sliced up by the blinds,
moves across the bed & a passing car throbs
with hiphop, something stirring & yet not wholly:
you’re in the room, in the front seat of the car
& on my arm the trace of your fingers, lozenges
of sun-warmed metal. Out the window
the weight of April darkness, the tidal swirl
of leaves already heavy on the trees; I’m here, I’m here;
Aleda Shirley, from “Blue Poles,” in Dark Familiar (Sarabande Books, 2006)