Gabyrella

The way I see things.
austinkleon:

Lev Grossman, The Magicians
My wife and I had high hopes for this one—we started it at the same time, me on Kindle, her on hardcover—loved the beginning, liked the writing a lot, but by the end, it just wasn’t for us. (I finished, she got about halfway through.)
Not for me. That’s a phrase I’ve been thinking about a lot lately. It wasn’t for me. I like that phrase because it’s essentially positive: underlying it is the assumption that there is a book, or rather, books, for me, but this one just wasn’t one of them. It also allows me to tell you how I felt about the book without me shutting down the possibility that you might like it, or making you feel stupid if you did like it. It just wasn’t for me. No big deal.
And “me” changes, so when you say, “It wasn’t for me,” maybe it’s not for the “me” right now—maybe it’s for future Me, or Me lounging in a beach chair in Jamaica, or Me at fourteen—Me in another universe.
Responding to art is so much about the right place and right time. You have to feel free to skip things, move on, and (maybe) come back later.
And you have to be okay with saying, “It wasn’t for me.”
Filed under: my reading year 2012.

Really like his explanation of how it’s okay to not like something and how to say it and why haha.

austinkleon:

Lev Grossman, The Magicians

My wife and I had high hopes for this one—we started it at the same time, me on Kindle, her on hardcover—loved the beginning, liked the writing a lot, but by the end, it just wasn’t for us. (I finished, she got about halfway through.)

Not for me. That’s a phrase I’ve been thinking about a lot lately. It wasn’t for me. I like that phrase because it’s essentially positive: underlying it is the assumption that there is a book, or rather, books, for me, but this one just wasn’t one of them. It also allows me to tell you how I felt about the book without me shutting down the possibility that you might like it, or making you feel stupid if you did like it. It just wasn’t for me. No big deal.

And “me” changes, so when you say, “It wasn’t for me,” maybe it’s not for the “me” right now—maybe it’s for future Me, or Me lounging in a beach chair in Jamaica, or Me at fourteen—Me in another universe.

Responding to art is so much about the right place and right time. You have to feel free to skip things, move on, and (maybe) come back later.

And you have to be okay with saying, “It wasn’t for me.”

Filed under: my reading year 2012.

Really like his explanation of how it’s okay to not like something and how to say it and why haha.

OMG SO cute :O

OMG SO cute :O

(Source: rinnypoo, via lionshutter)

lol True and really sad at the same :/

lol True and really sad at the same :/

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photojojo:

Best ad ever.
via createinme and James Barron

Such a genius ad. I love it.

photojojo:

Best ad ever.

via createinme and James Barron

Such a genius ad. I love it.

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Satisfaction

Today I feel very satisfied, haha. There are a lot of things I wish I could have done, but I’m still at least content with what I accomplished. I got a pretty good grade on my math test, I got a good grade on the paragraph due in english as well as my overall grade, and I throughly cleaned my Dad’s car in the freezing cold, as well as put oil in my own car. haha Makes me feel useful haha. 

Johnny: Hold it right there!
Susie: It’s me, Johnny.
Johnny: I knew it was you. I could smell ya gettin’ off the elevator!
Susie: It’s gardenias, Johnny. Your favorite.
Johnny: You was here last night too, wasn’t ya?
Susie: I was singin’ at the Blue Monkey last night.
Johnny: You was here…and you was smoochin’ with my brother!
Susie: That’s a dirty, rotten lie, Johnny.
Johnny: Don’t gimme that. You been smoochin’ with everybody! Snuffy, Al, Leo, Little Moe with the gimpy leg, Cheeks, Bony Bob, Cliff… I could go on forever, baby!
Susie: You’ve got me all wrong!
Johnny: All right. I believe ya. (extracts his Tommy Gun) But my Tommy Gun don’t!
Susie: Johnny! You’re the only duck in my pond!
Johnny: Get down on your knees and tell me ya love me.
Susie: Baby! I’m over the moon for ya!
Johnny: Ya gotta do better than that!
Susie: If my love was an ocean, Lindy’d have to take 2 airplanes to get across it!
Johnny: Maybe I’m off my hinges, but I believe ya. That’s why I’m gonna let ya go. I’m gonna give ya ‘til the count of 3 to get your lousy, lyin’, low-down 4-flushin’ carcass out my door! 1… 2…
(Johnny shoots Susie while laughing maniacally, as usual)
Johnny: 3! Merry Christmas, ya filthy animal! (quickly shoots repeatedly) And a Happy New Year. (shoots once more)

Home Alone hahaha