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To me, Van Gogh is the finest painter of them all.Certainly, the most popular, great painter of all time, the most beloved. His command of color the most magnificent. He transformed the pain of his tormented life into ecstatic beauty.Pain is easy to portray, but to use your passion and pain to portray the ecstasy and joy and magnificence of our world…no one had ever done it before. Perhaps, no one ever will again. To my mind, that strange, wild man who roamed the fields of Provence was not only the world’s greatest artist, but also one of the greatest men who ever lived
New York Times Bestselling Author John Green gives his commentary on various soccer games.
WHY ARE YOU NOT FOLLOWING THIS TWITTER YET IT IS LITERALLY PERFECT xD
The takeaway here is that football usually makes me unhappy.
But occasionally, it makes me pee myself with pleasure and/or excitement.
It's Cold On Mars
John Green: What do I know about the p--
Hank Green: It's cold.
John: Is it cold on Mars?
Hank: It's cold on Mars.
John: Really?
Hank: It's cold on Mars
John: Really?
Hank: It's cold on Mars
John: Are you positive?
Hank: ...
John: The whole time? All year round? Even in the summer?
Hank: ... It's cold on Mars. Sorry
John: Even in August?
Hank: It's cold
John: Right at the equator?
Hank: It's cold
John: Right at the Martian equator?
Hank: It's cold
John: 'Cause it's further from Earth; is that why?
Hank: Yes- It's further from the sun. It has nothing to do with how far it is from Earth.
John: Wait, you're telling me that heat is not produced by the Earth? Now, everything is being overturned! Next, you'll tell me that the Earth is not the center of the Universe or that 6^5 is not 4!
Hank: You're bad at being a nerd...
Ephemicropolis 2010
100,000 Staples
Approx floor area 600x300cmStacks of staples were broken into varying sizes from full stacks about 12cm high down to single staples. These stacks were then stood up and arranged over a period of 40 hours.
I don’t expect to be understood.
It’s about time I
Make that lemon meringue pie. Learn to ride a bike. Finish reading the latest copy of The Economist.
It’s about time I
Finish studying for exams. Sleep because I need to wake up extra early. Sleep because tomorrow’s going to be a long day. Sleep because I’ve been awake far too long, trying to get things right.
It’s about time I
Let go of all that pride. Stop hiding the weaker side of me from my family. Stop pretending that I can’t feel or show love. Start to believe that he was right when he said I needed long term help.
But I don’t have time.
