“Like dandelions, we grew into lush beautiful flowers full of hope,full of promises, and just like any other flower, we withered and fell to the ground. Now we’re seeds waiting to be blown away.”
For all of the lighthearted and often downright frivolous material that appeared in LIFE through the years — and there was, thank goodness, a lot of lighthearted, frivolous reporting and photography in most every issue — the magazine was always at its best when addressing, head-on, the thorniest, most resonant issues of the day. That coverage included features on the era-defining people and events for which LIFE, all these decades later, is most clearly remembered (World War II, the Civil Rights Movement, the Space Race, Vietnam and, of course, pop culture legends like Marilyn, JFK and Liz Taylor), as well as other topics that the magazine tackled because, quite simply, they mattered.
I have always loved calligraphy, especially nowadays with all the beautiful hand lettering out there that graces envelopes and logos and chalkboards. My Type Board on Pinterest is filled with calligraphy pins. I love it even more so after I interviewed Alissa Mazzenga of Feast Fine Art and Calligraphy for my Meet the Artist Series. Although I have purchased calligraphy tips and gouache paint, I still don't know the first thing about calligraphy.
UK Release Date: 23rd August 2013
Runtime: 95 minutes
Director: Jordan Vogt-Roberts
Writer: Chris Galletta
Starring: Nick Robinson, Gabriel Basso, Moises Arias, Nick Offerman, Alison Brie
Synopsis: Three boys escape their parents and return to nature, building themselves a house in the woods.
There’s a charming story around the release of The Kings of Summer. After an enthusiastic response from critics, the distributors…
Of late I am experiencing weird things happening around my house. The usual, “Get freaked, there’s a ghost!” rendezvous is hitting on me. I am an ardent non-believer. I don’t believe in the things that I can’t see. I tend to investigate into things to know its real cause and find out why everything gets whacked out! But this mysterious happenings in my house are daunting me.
My mother is a very religious person. You will not believe if I say that half of this short lived life was spent on pilgrimages. Ofcourse, I’ve seen some of the most brilliant things that no 17 year old had imagined. But that does not pave a way into this deep understanding of a super natural element. I’m tied by the idea of an unruly rat that was caught last night and a paranormal presence.
My propositions are : 1.Weird footsteps sound. 2.Flowers on the vase being eaten away.3. My fountain pen being replaced back to the shelf after the night on the table (last kept). 4.And dead silence in the dark.
This may sound odd for my parents and they would never believe me. They know that I am the kind of person who has such varying and unique interests on things. My likes and dislikes have been shaping ever since, I don’t since when! Maybe from the time I met the internet and abandoned my world. The first proposition is very common. My house has a cement flooring. So, you’d able to hear someone walk on it easily. Last night, I heard sweeping footsteps and when I woke up to check on it it was gone. My second proposition maybe a bit convincing as my father told me that the mouse was caught last night and that there will be “no more worries” from the next night. Well okay then! As long as its siblings don’t find me again and nibble on my toes. My third proposition is the weirdest thing that I can ever imagine. This has been happening for the past two days. I tend to write on a journal before I go to bed and I have always considered that it would be brilliant to write with an ink pen. It adds a dramatic touch to it. I tend to keep the pen on my study table and get to bed. Mysteriously, for the past two days the pen has found its place on the shelf. I question both my father and grandfather if they were the ones trying to prank me on this. They laughed aloud only to disappoint me with a big, “NO!”. So how did the pen move all the way to the shelf? That’s the question. To test this, I kept a watchful eye on the pen last night before I fell asleep and surprisingly it stayed in the same place the next morning. The fourth proposition is not so very weird. I have had some paranormal experiences before. The silence and the suspense is what that often haunts us. And as my backyard acts as a stimulator for it, I am queued with questions and nonetheless.
I am no detective and I know that this is a task for me at hand. But why all of a sudden these occurrences happen to me? I don’t remember doing anything unholy. Practically I’ve stopped questioning about a lot of things. I wish I can find a way through this. Or maybe I’d have a date with the ghost itself to know what it wants!? I am not talking about weird Ouija boards or vooda dolls. Just plain talking, but still I gotta know if it is for true!