I am a scan master
just finished the worst fucking paper on The Merchant of Venice. I almost don’t know what to do with myself other than run the text over with my car.
Casey crescenzo is the man who’s made me cry the most in life. Mostly because what he does is so fucking incredible. HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU THAT TALENTED AND ALWAYS HIT HOME. SOBSOBSOB
It sounds lame but I’m so inspired to make things right now and I can’t cause I have to write a 10 page paper about how the merchant of venice is anti semitic and suxx dixxx. But really one of my least favorite pieces by Shakespeare. C’mon billy.
there was a point in my life where I thought I was going to make out with pete wentz. It’s weird because I was never really attracted to him I just thought we were predestined to make out.
comefrownmachine: coachella live stream(s of tears falling down my face)
Trying to write a seven page paper…four items in my forever 21 shopping bag later I have one paragraph done. I don’t even end up buying shit from them online cause they’re return policy is annoying.
I feel like the past few years I kept making things that were for specific projects, or designed with the professors grading habits in mind. Some stuff was moreso done to get a good grade and follow the guidelines than what I wanted to do and how I wanted things to look. Now I’m finally making things I love, but it’s a fucking month before I graduate. fuck.
just want to work on art+design related things. Not read the fuggin merchant of venice…not having this right now.
something in me still misses nashville like crazy. Who am I?
“you don’t look like Jane Fonda at all”
The sign of intelligence is that you are constantly wondering. Idiots are always...– Vasudev (via panda—)
notexactlywhereyouwantme: send me asks por favor. i’m wicked boreeed. boom
You know when you feel like you’re totally done with something and then you realize that a few years later you have a million things you wish you said, should have said, should have done. My god you always play the victim when really you were the destructive one.
drunken banter about art.
went to a lecture today about the art of “copying, application and documentation”. Here’s my theory, there’s a difference and it is visible in ones art when someone takes an idea or is “inspired” by something from tumblr, pinterest, a source accessible to everyone that contains no background, no conceptual thought, just a design recreated over and over and over...