literally had a customer come up to me as i was making her drinks and say "your name shouldnt be finn. it means fair haired and you have dark hair." thanks man!!!!!

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Long.

Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

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Take Me To Church // Hozier

Donald Trump is calling for “extreme vetting” of immigrants. Can his own supporters pass the test? Jordan Klepper investigates.

Hozier- NFWMB

One of the most successful smear campaigns ever done was schools and teachers convincing students Wikipedia is extremely unreliable due to anyone being able to edit it whenever they like.

Hozier, “Cherry Wine”

Hozier is a fucking poet and I will not stop talking about him until he is recognized as the amazing artist he is and if anyone needs new music or wants to discuss Hozier as a lyrical genius or music in general HIT ME UP

Wasteland! Baby - Hozier Writing Prompts 

Bonus - NFWMB

Hozier is just really it, huh? Mythological forest daddy who is secretly a lesbian in a mortal man’s body who spouts poetry like he’s casually saying hello. Civil rights advocate. Has a dog. That’s it. That’s the whole package. He’s the one, babe.

The Lyrics I Want to Paint from Each Hozier Song

Take Me to Church -  The only heaven I’ll be sent to is when I’m alone with you. Angel of Small Death -  She’s the angel of small death and the codeine scene. Jackie and Wilson -  We tried the world, good God, it wasn’t for us. Someone New - Love with every stranger, the stranger the better. To Be Alone -  To feel your weight in arms I’d never use, it’s the God that heroin prays to. From Eden -  Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know. In a Week -  So long, we’d become the flowers, two corpses we were, two corpses I saw. Sedated -  We are deaf, we are numb, free and young and we can feel none of it. Work Song - pretty much the chorus. Like Real People Do - We should just kiss like real people do. It Will Come Back -  Don’t let it in with with no intention to keep it, Jesus Christ. Foreigner’s God -  I’ve no language left to say it, but all I do is quake to her. Breaking if I try convey it, the broken love I make to her. Cherry Wine - the whole damn song.

This is how an artist and writer congratulates a fantastic album. 

Almost (Sweet Music) lockscreens. Hozier.