![harrystyleshisgirl:
If I’d ask you, who is Joseph Kony, you wouldn’t know. You should. And that’s why I’m going to tell you about him.
Joseph Kony considers himself as a good Christian. He abducts kids, makes little girls go in prostitution, makes little boys become kid soldiers and force them to do horrible things, things a kid isn’t supposed to do. Neither is an adult, no one is. He started the LRA, Lord’s Resistance Army. 20.000 kids have been kidnapped, this needs to stop. And that’s why we need to Make Kony [In]Famous. Let the world know about the horrible things he does, and the thousands of children and parents suffering.
So come together, at the April the 20th. That is the day, we will cover the night. People in all kind of cities, all over the world meet at sundown & cover the city with posters and stickers of Joseph Kony. To Make Kony Famous. If you want to help these kids and parents, cover the night at 4/20/2012.
Not clear enough? Please watch: http://vimeo.com/37119711](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0gyliQ8ec1qj6qezo1_1280.jpg)
If I’d ask you, who is Joseph Kony, you wouldn’t know. You should. And that’s why I’m going to tell you about him.
Joseph Kony considers himself as a good Christian.
He abducts kids, makes little girls go in prostitution, makes little boys become kid soldiers and force them to do horrible things, things a kid isn’t supposed to do. Neither is an adult, no one is. He started the LRA, Lord’s Resistance Army. 20.000 kids have been kidnapped, this needs to stop. And that’s why we need to Make Kony [In]Famous. Let the world know about the horrible things he does, and the thousands of children and parents suffering.So come together, at the April the 20th. That is the day, we will cover the night. People in all kind of cities, all over the world meet at sundown & cover the city with posters and stickers of Joseph Kony. To Make Kony Famous. If you want to help these kids and parents, cover the night at 4/20/2012.
Not clear enough? Please watch: http://vimeo.com/37119711
(via johnandfanny)
GPOY.
my roommate ladies and gentlemen. My roommate.
zucchini and ricotta galette
i’ve been wanting to make this little number for a while now. there is little i like more than making a good dish for the people i love.
“wish i may, wish i might, wish upon a star tonight”
watched a meteor shower with some pals tonight, saw very little meteors, but listened to music and laughed with my best friend while the drunken meteor triplets provided quite the interesting and entertaining show
it was lovely. and slightly perfect.
a skeleton prayer,
with no meat on its bones,
asking for forgiveness for God only knows.
so here’s my family at christmas time. I kinda love them alot.
the christmas spirit at its finest. So while shopping for that perfect gift, and freaking out about the cost and the expense of christmas, don’t forget to enjoy the reason of it for a little while.
Because that reason is slightly marvelous.
the sad whale finally found his “porpoise”
I drew this as I waited for an MRI today. I sat there in that horrible thin blue gown, naked, self-conscious and nervous. I had the choice between reading a self-indulgent author that was in love with his own thoughts, or be left with my own self-loathing, self-indulgent thoughts. Neither of these options seemed tempting at the moment. So I took out a pencil and pen, and my funny little grid paper, and drew this. It’s not grand, nor is it very good even, but I like it. Maybe because it represents this part of me that I’ve had trouble vocalizing. But maybe I just like it because its cute. Maybe I shouldn’t over-think it. Maybe that’s been my problem the whole time. I’ve been letting my thoughts go and go and go, and they’ve been distorting my purpose. When my head hit the ground instead of just erasing memory and time, and my body’s basic ability to function, it also erased my purpose. I’ve always put a lot of stock in knowing what i’m going to be, who i am, why am i here, on the sad whales basic questions. And when I woke up,I didn’t know the answers anymore. So my minds been running with the sad whales questions ever since, trying to find the comfort and optimism that they once held, dissecting every portion of the question, and peoples answers, over-analyzing them to a point where they could no longer hold the life that they once had. My accident changed me though, maybe that’s why I woke up not able to remember these things. Maybe my purpose has changed, I don’t know. I do know that I can’t be the sad whale anymore, I can’t exhaust myself with these questions. I can’t be afraid to be in a room with my own thoughts. So as I sat there in that horrible thin blue gown waiting for them to call my name, to go into a machine that feels like a coffin, and lay down so people can figure out what is going on in my head, I made a decision- i’m going to get better, not the physiological stuff, that I cannot control, but the me stuff. I’ll figure it out eventually, but I need to stop driving myself crazy, trying to figure it out now. One day, hopefully soon, i’ll have my “porpoise”.
Oh the joys of Christmas decorating.
this is what happens when my roommates and I decide to decorate for christmas.
Look Who showed up.
Night of the Living Dead.
Spent the night in Austin running around as an Indian and watching cheesy horror films from the 60’s at the Paramount Theatre.What a lovely evening! The Paramount is beautiful.
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