graphic design for love and money

you know I know it’s not fucking profitable for people to study certain degrees over others, but that doesn’t mean you should shit on people for studying what they love. 

Furthermore you shouldn’t talk down to little kids saying they want to be a graphic designer, or a film maker, or an actor, or a musician, or whatever else you deem useless to society, because it’s not profitable in our sociopolitical systems. They have interests, and it doesn’t matter whether or not they’ll succeed on a global scale, that’s irrelevant, they don’t have to be groundbreaking to do what they want to do.

Money is not the fucking point, the point is the kid wants to do something the kid enjoys and is proud and excited about. Encourage children in most anything they’re interested in, as a matter of fact encourage most everyone to do shit they love within basic moral reasoning.

If a person isn’t immediately good at mathematics, physics, or even graphic designing, that doesn’t fucking mean you should shit on them and tell them to give up.

Encourage passions, passions and joy keep people alive. Interests go beyond money, because you can’t really use money if you’re fucking dead due to you feeling like a failure and never did what you truly loved.

You have no idea how successful a child or an adult is going to be in what they’re trying to learn about and do, stop fucking betting against them and maybe they’ll be more confident to improve their lives and the lives of others around them. 

And again, people don’t have to be groundbreaking savants to do shit they like.

[and im literally actually a fucking poor person so don’t even act like I’m spouting some bourgeois propaganda tellin people to stay poor, i aint. i’m saying people should be allowed to enjoy things]


Take Poppy with you everywhere you go on your cellular telephone! Watch Poppy on the internet website! Never forget how much Poppy loves you. 


The lie is over now.
The truth is out.

Its time to wake up and accept the fact that the people on the top, don’t have your best interest in mind. All they ever wanted, want and will want is money over your and your children’s dead body. Its Eugenics. Nothing new.

Wake up and Care and Share before too late.


On this day in music history: March 24, 1986 - “Please”, the debut album by the Pet Shop Boys is released. Produced by Stephen Hague, it is recorded at Advision Studios in London, UK from Mid 1984 - Late 1985. After their split with dance music producer Bobby “Bobby O” Orlando, Neil Tennant and Chris Lowe sign a recording contract with EMI Records subsidiary Parlophone Records in 1984. The duo also collaborate with dance music musician Ron Dean Miller (Nuance & Vikki Love, Raw Silk), as well as Art Of Noise keyboardist/programmer J.J. Jeczalik, Roxy Music saxophonist Andy Mackay, former Bee Gees keyboardist Blue Weaver and vocalist Helena Springs. The British synth-pop duo title their album as such so that fans could simply ask for “the Pet Shop Boys album, “Please”. It is a huge worldwide success, spinning off four singles including “West End Girls” (#1 UK and US), “Opportunities (Let’s Make Lots Of Money)” (#10 US Pop, #11 UK), and “Love Comes Quickly” (#19 UK, #54 US Pop). The albums’ stark, minimalist cover graphics are designed by graphic artist Mark Farrow at Circle 3 (with an extra small cover photo of the duo taken by Smash Hits Magazine photographer Eric Watson, a friend of Tennant’s from his days as a writer and editor for the UK music magazine. Watson also directs several music videos for PSB.), who designs many distinctive album and single sleeve covers for The Pet Shop Boys over the years. The album is remastered and reissued on CD in 2001 as a double CD deluxe edition titled “Please/Further Listening - 1984 - 1986”. The first disc features the original eleven track album, with the second disc including thirteen bonus tracks consisting of extended 12" mixes, single edits and B-sides. “Please” peaks at number three on the UK album chart, number seven on the Billboard Top 200, and is certified Platinum in the US by the RIAA.


♡ [SHOP] LOVEs Closet | Fanmade NU’EST Merch
As a way to try and earn some money while I don’t have an income, I decided to open my own RedBubble shop dedicated wholly to creating NU’EST themed merchandise. “From the Moon, to the Stars” is my first work, with a few examples of what you can purchase showcased above. If you visit the shop, you can see the other items available with the same print, including a clock, mug, tumbler, and laptop accessories! 

Should these products sell well, I would love to make more graphic designs! I already have an idea for another lyric-themed piece. 

Lies I Tell Myself

AU/AH - Klaus is a hot shot detective. Caroline is the daughter of a mob boss. She’s known for six months that Klaus was investigating her dad’s business but Klaus has just discovered who she really is. Warning: Unresolved angst. 

Caroline Morgan.

His whole body instantly went numb as he read her name. He can tell Marcel is talking because he sees his mouth moving but Klaus can’t hear anything over the ringing in his ears. It feels like his heart is going to pound out of his chest. Blinking rapidly trying to clear his head, Klaus takes cleansing breaths while he reconciles this information with what he’s known for the last year.

It’s Caroline. His Caroline. The Caroline who’s idea of a perfect Friday night is takeaway and a classic romantic comedy. The Caroline who doesn’t have the patience to watch hour long tv dramas. The Caroline who grocery shops for the elderly woman next door. Who loves dogs. Who says sugar instead of shit. Who charmed his crazy family within the first 15 minutes of meeting them. It’s Caroline he’s been chasing.

His Caroline is also the daughter of ruthless mob boss Bill Forbes. His Caroline is also the new boss since Bill’s murder six months ago. His Caroline is also, apparently, as ruthless as Bill.

The bile in his stomach makes its way up and Klaus scrambles to grab the waste basket by his side to retch in. He’s lucky he didn’t make it to lunch before this report arrived. The second he feels Marcel’s hand come down on his shoulder he shoots up from the chair.

“I need some air.”

“You want me to come, we could-”


‘Shit!’ Caroline slams her phone on the desk when she hears Klaus’ voicemail pick up for the seventh time. “Shit shit shit shit SHIT!”

Enzo alerted her this morning that the detectives may have finally figured out her identity. From the way Klaus was ignoring her calls, she thinks it’s more than safe to say Enzo was right.

Caroline dropped her head on the desk in defeat. Klaus no doubt felt severely betrayed and rightfully so. They had just exchanged 'I love yous’ and now he was going to hate her. That thought broke her heart. Almost as much as knowing that she broke his.

When they first starting seeing each other Klaus said he was a police officer. She had no idea her dad was being investigated so when she did find out he was actually a detective she didn’t think anything of it. Even when she found out he was investigating her dad’s company she convinced herself that because she wasn’t directly involved in the business it wouldn’t be an issue. Lie. She told herself she would tell him. Lie. When the time was right. Lie.

Caroline wasn’t a bad person really. She just wanted to keep her people safe. Did some members of her 'family’ happen to have dodgy morals and make money illegally? Yes, but only technically. She didn’t instigate any of this. The Salvatore’s murdered her father. She was the victim here! Well, kind of anyways. Honestly, the city should really give her a frickin’ medal for taking out Stefan Salvatore. That dude was a psychopath of massive proportions. You’re welcome Chicago!  

Organized crime wasn’t like what it used to be. Bill wasn’t dealing drugs. He wasn’t shaking down store owners for money. He was a mathematical genius, so he worked the system. He found loop holes and exploited them. White collar crime was victimless, right? Or at least the government couldn’t be considered a victim. That’s how Caroline rectified his less than savory business practices with the loving father he was.

His business wasn’t supposed to be her life. She’d gone to college for graphic design and started her own company. Hummingbird Designs was still in its infancy but she had steady work and loved being her own boss. She knew that her business would never be like her fathers and that made them both proud.

The Salvatore’s saw it differently. Bill snaked yet another deal out from under them, essentially robbing them of millions in business and they chose to retaliate in the most brutal way. That’s how Caroline found herself in her dad’s office, the day after his murder and only two days after her 25th birthday being briefed by Enzo, her fathers’s chosen successor. He filled her in on everything that she had happily ignored all these years. Including the ongoing investigation led by Chicago PD hot shot detective Niklaus Mikaelson. Six months later, as she rested her head on that same desk, she couldn’t fathom a scenario where Klaus forgave her deception.

Klaus stared at the river, still in shock, as his phone continued to vibrate in his pocket. He knew it must be her but he couldn’t bring himself to check.  When he was first transferred to financial crime Klaus thought he was going to be bored out of his mind. But Bill Forbes was an artist. They knew exactly what he was doing but couldn’t figure out how he did it or find a single shred of evidence. It was frustrating but the challenge exhilarated Klaus.

When Bill was murdered all hell broke loose in the department. It was a mad dash to get as much info out of the company before a new leader stepped in and secured it. But the transition happened seamlessly which was how they’d figured out his daughter must have stepped up. If it had been anyone else there would have been the infighting that accompanies a transition of power. There would have been unhappy or wronged parties looking for vindication but everyone remained steadfastly loyal to the Forbes empire.

Back to square one. While it was common knowledge that Bill had an adult daughter, he had gone to great lengths to keep her identity a secret all these years. Even the identity of her mother was unknown.  Klaus couldn’t fathom how his sweet, caring, bubbly ball of sunshine girlfriend could possibly be this criminal’s beloved daughter.

What else about her was a lie? What else about them was a lie? Did she know from day one who he was and where he worked? He didn’t go into particulars about his job until a couple months in and he knows he never gave any hints about who he was investigating but that doesn’t mean she didn’t know from her own sources. He was going to be sick again.

Klaus walks back to his car and slumps into his seat. He finally pulls his phone from his pocket, scrolling though the missed calls. Seven from Caroline and three from Marcel. He shoots Marcel a quick text letting him know he’s OK and headed home for the night then tosses his phone on the passenger seat.

The second he opens his door he knows something’s off.

“WAIT! It’s just me!” Caroline shouts before Klaus can reach for his gun. He flips on the light to find her standing in his living room with her hands up. His heart clenches. This is the first time since they met that he isn’t immediately filled with warmth and happiness at the sight of her.

She looks like she’s been crying for days, her face is shallow and pale. Her normally luminescent hair is dull and flat and she looks too thin in her skinny jeans and Loyola University sweatshirt combo.

“Caroline you shouldn’t be here. Please leave.” Klaus steps inside but holds the door open, gesturing for her to leave.

“Please just let me explain.”

Klaus feels the fury inside him bubble up at her plea. Her eyes widen and she takes a step back when he slams the door shut and stomps her direction.  

“I’m not going to listen to you make excuses about how the past year of my life is a lie. This isn’t cops and robbers Caroline, this is real life.”

“I’m not a criminal.”

“Oh, so you didn’t order a retaliatory hit on Stefan Salvatore?”

“NO! It wasn’t like that.”

“It doesn’t matter what it was like Caroline! You’re Bill Forbes’ daughter! I’ve been investigating Forbes Enterprise for the entire year. Even knowing you jeopardizes all of that work! My entire career is on the line!”

Caroline cringes at the thought that his hard work could be suspect because of her. “I didn’t-.” Her voice cracks and eyes are flooding with unshed tears but she doesn’t deserves to cry about this.

“No, you didn’t think of that, did you?” Klaus runs his hands through his hair in frustration. “You didn’t think of how it’s going to look when they find out the person we’ve been looking for the last six months was literally sleeping next to me!”

“I’m so sorry Klaus, really, I never meant for this to happen!” He sees now that her hands are trembling and it takes everything in him not to embrace her. Not to comfort her. He takes a deep breath and steps back clenching his fists to ensure he doesn’t reach out for her.

“I had no idea you were investigating my father until after he died. And I am not involved in his business dealings. Not now, not then.”

Klaus growls when she says that, another lie, he tells himself.

As if she can read his mind, Caroline continues. “I know you won’t believe anything I say, at least in regards to my dad’s company. But us, Klaus, none of us was a lie. I love you so much!”  

“Caroline-,” Klaus growls in warning. How dare she say that now.

“No, please let me finish and then I’ll leave.” Caroline says resignedly, wringing her hands. “When my dad was killed it felt like I couldn’t breathe. He was my only real family. My mother passed when I was a baby. I don’t have siblings or aunts or uncles or grandparents. It was always just me and Dad.”

She takes a step toward him and Klaus clenches his fist tighter, every muscle in his body straining to stay still.

“The thought of loosing you too was devastating.” Caroline sobs out. “I just, I just couldn’t do it. I’m sorry.”

Caroline just stands there futzing with the frayed bottom of her sweatshirt, trembling bottom lip pulled between her teeth, tears streaming down her face.

Her loud sniffle breaks his trance, "Was that all?”

He barely hears her whispered yes. He robotically walks to the door and says, “Do not contact me again.” Klaus stares straight ahead as she dejectedly leaves. When she passes he’s assaulted by her scent and starts shaking. The second he gets the locked clicked into place he collapses and finally, finally allows himself to break down.

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hi frens :)) idk if you all know this but i’m a freelance graphic designer/digital artist! because i’m starting college soon and we’re sorta tight money-wise (2 weddings in a row + my sister also is paying her loans off), i thought i’d officially let you guys know that i take commissions! if you want, you can check out my portfolio @yotirzah and see what i do. if you could please reblog this to get the word out, i’d be eternally grateful!! love you all x

bubblebuni  asked:

Hi, big fan of your art!! So gorgeous <3 I need some advice. For the past few years, I planned to become a doctor, but art has always been my passion, so I'm starting to rethink it. Recently I've been looking graphic design/web design/software engineering, & since you work in design I'm very curious! Do you enjoy your work? Do u feel it gives you enough creative freedom? And do you feel you earn/will earn enough money? (My mom thinks I won't get paid enough to be happy ;-;) thanks in advance <3

Hi hi ♥ Thanks for your support – it means a lot ;;o;; ♥

Mmmm to start, my parents were also against me going into design and wanted me to pursue a more ‘proper’ career like being an Engineer/Architect or a Lawyer because that’s ‘where the money is’ ;;; I’ve also personally heard relatives tell their children “Don’t go into art, there’s no money there” O<-< 

But then I tell myself, I want to do something that I like for the rest of my life – something that I enjoy and I won’t regret later on. Like, I don’t really care if I don’t get rich – I just want to be happy.

Keep reading

A Second Job??

Hey guys, I have a confession to make. You see me complain about Lowe’s all the time, but did you know that right after I come home, I also have to deal with a graphic design business from home? Yep. That’s another reason why I’ve been struggling with the comic. Really the only time I can work on it is on my days off (much like today). People are constantly ordering stuff and a lot of shirts, mugs, and accessories have to be heat pressed. I really wish I focused on that than work at Lowe’s. It’s something I know how to do and it makes me continue doing the things I love. I’m not getting much money out of it, which is why I’m still working at Lowe’s, the only job that helps me pay my bills. 

Now despite all this, I’m more excited about finally putting my own art on merch. I’ve mentioned this before with the 80s mug I made. I recently made a couple of NN mugs, and I’m currently working on more designs in my spare time. I’ll reveal them sometime today. I was going to wait until my online shop site launched, but I can still take orders via email. 

So where does the future of the comic stand? As of now, I’m leaning towards putting the comic on a hiatus after this current chapter ends and focusing on NN merch. 

I’ve made a blog that corresponds with the new business. You can check it out here: (I don’t have much stuff on it, I literally just made it.) The concept for the business was made almost a year ago, but it’s almost ready to be known to the public (Internet wise that is). 

Well, that’s about it. That’s whats been going on with my life for the past few months. Thanks for still sticking around after the lack of art.

ART BLANCHE: Aaron Draplin

Aaron Draplin doesn’t do it for the money. Rather – as cliché as it might sound – designing records is something he does for the love of music, plain and simple.

“Here I am, I’m in Northern Michigan and I’m digging through my [parents’] basement and I just found a box of my tapes from high school and I just can’t get rid of them,” Aaron explained. “…I’m looking at these things here and that’s what started me on graphic design – seeing the liner notes on tapes.”

All Tiny Creatures – Harbors (Courtesy of Aaron Draplin)

And he really does mean tapes. Back in the day, vinyl was just too bulky for his taste, so cassettes were his preference. But as times have changed, so have Aaron’s purchasing habits: cassettes made way for CDs, which, in turn, made way for vinyl. Having now worked on designing records, Aaron has grown an appreciation for the bulk that vinyl brings, so much so that he’s often found himself trying to convince clients to make sure they at least press a limited amount of records.

“A lot of the bands 4 or 5 years ago, they knew they were going to sell 10x more CDs because they were easier to cart around or easier to sell at shows,” Aaron said. “So of course we’re going to make that CD… but I’ve just done this little pep talk so many times where you say: ‘Guys, how many records are you going to make in your life? It’s only going to be about 8 or 9 let’s hope, or even just a couple. But you guys, why don’t you do this? Make it on vinyl, give it a download code, and sell those.”

A prolific designer, Aaron got his start in graphic design working in the snowboard industry. Since then, his company, Draplin Design Co., has built an impressive clientele list featuring everything from Target to Bernie Sanders. Still, record design has been a newer venture in Aaron’s career, albeit one that he took a liking to almost instantly.

Danava  – Hemisphere of Shadows (Courtesy of Aaron Draplin)

“My favorite thing to make is making a record, designing a record for someone,” he said. “There’s only been 10, 11, or 12, but every one has been fun.”

“I like nerding out on how to make the labels, and edges, and bleeds and just all the little things that are probably a pain in the ass,” he said. “The first couple records I learned was [that] you can’t really start at the CD size, you have to start at the record size and work your way down. Just the files even, because you’re making your art big and as you work your way down to those smaller sizes then you scale everything down.”

Much of Aaron’s approach to working on a record cover comes from the music fan within him. As someone who can play guitar “a little bit,” he’s fascinated by the grueling process of recording an album – something he’s never done, but one day hopes to do – and wants to make sure that his visuals mirror the passion and effort that the band put into recording.

Old 97’s – Most Messed Up (Courtesy of Aaron Draplin)

“If you’re going to go through the pain and the strife of building this thing, recording this thing, making this object, making this art, make sure it’s got a nice cover.”

It’s that mindset that makes Aaron lament any time he sees a band skimp on the visuals for the record. It doesn’t matter the reason, it’s against his nature, and his goal is to stop it every time he can.

“I’m doing a record for these folks in Portland right now called Diesto, [they’re] a heavy metal band,” he said. “I’ve known this guy for eight or nine years and he comes to me and says, ‘Man, I don’t have any money but will you do our record? I know you’ll care about it.’ And I said, ‘Well, let’s do it!’”

“That’s such a weird thing, it’s like I’m not really concerned about it,” Aaron added. “He’ll give me a stack of them and I’ll give them to buddies and then on top of that, there’s just something about making these things and not wanting it to be… I don’t want it to get worked over because he can’t find someone who will give it the love that it deserves, you know? What a bummer [if] that’s why it didn’t turn out as good as it could turn out, because you couldn’t find somebody.”

Again, it’s the music fan within him that takes over when approached like this – he wants to make sure that the band makes the best record that they can, visuals included.

Casey Neill - All You Pretty Vandals (Courtesy of Aaron Draplin)

“That’s an interesting thing because I think everybody else their first reaction is like, ‘Well I’m not going to do it if there’s no money to pay the graphic designer,’ but that’s never really my first reaction,” he said. “…So, I offer myself a lot to that stuff and just I’m really open to just saying ‘This isn’t about the cash – not even close. This is simply [that] I just want to make cool shit that people are going to enjoy.’”

In some cases, Aaron knows he can use his skills as a designer to not only help fledgling bands, but also as an opportunity to give back to some of the musicians that have meant the most to him.

“There’s a band called Son Volt… and I just want to reach out to Jay [Farrar] and say, ‘Hey, I’ll be your instrument. If you need anything, I can help you – I won’t charge one penny. But if you need a poster or something done or something designed, I’ll just do it,” he explained. “Because the enjoyment I’ve gotten from their records – it’s infinite. That’s one of my favorite bands.’”

“It’s a weird angle, like I’m certainly not trying to make a living making records. …I’m totally cool with that, too. Which maybe makes me nuts, I don’t know.”

-Dylan Singleton

anonymous asked:

dude you could also make some money editing if you so desired!! you're really good!! and there are a lot of people out there who need good editors

That’s what I’m going through college for :) I’m hoping I can either find another area in the Media Arts and Science school that I end up loving, or becoming a graphic designer/video editor after college! ;u; Also thank you!!! 💜💕

Love how whenever one questions the complete and total accuracy of the modern social view on career paths, somebody loses their mind and gets all hurt at the mere suggestion that perhaps ‘following your dreams’ isn’t always the smartest plan, and then accuse you of forcing them to change.

Like, look, dude, you can waste as much time and money as you want to waste. It’s a free country. Go all the way and get a Masters in Graphic Design and still use Papyrus in navy blue over a black background. Idgac. But. Don’t complain that you’re ‘educated’ and still can’t find 'a good job.’ Don’t complain that you have to pay student loans because you spent a frickton on a degree that doesn’t have good investment return. If you want to make decisions others consider stupid because you enjoy them, fine. But for crying out loud, accept the consequences of your decisions, if you value your enjoyment and 'passion’ so highly.

10 things i’ve learned in 25 years.

There are 72 hours separating me from 25. *looks off into the distance*

Last year, my 17 year old cousin called me old. This was the first time that it actually occurred to me that somehow our 7 year difference meant the world to him. Keep in mind, this is the same cousin who called me fat when I was 14 years old. Basically he’s been responsible for two very super-sensitive self aware moments of my life. What an asshole.

When I first thought about writing this I was confused on how to put 9131 days into one-sentence “lessons”.  Surely I would have at least 100 statements to make.

I struggled to find 10. Shit, I’m a lot more boring that I thought. 

Plus, writing some long, reflective post about what I’ve learned in 25 years makes me 1) Sound like i’m some kind of life guru now that I’m officially too old not to know how to do my taxes and 2) Sound like i’m dying tomorrow because I’m 5 years away from thirty.

I did it anyways. And because studies show that if you’re in my age group, you’ve already stopped reading this, let me get to it: 

1. I’ll never have my shit together.

One of the weirdest things friends tell me is how much “i’ve got my life together”. What the hell does that even mean? Almost everyday, I think about how I can open a business that will do this, or how I should be going to school full-time. Or how being a house wife sounds divine. There is no book or formula I’m following. Just because I have more than one dollar in my bank account doesn’t mean I’m responsible.

Nothing goes according to the plans. And guess what? NO one has their life together. Ever. It always changes; that’s the nature of waking up every morning. Its just a game of those who can easily bullshit their way through life and then its those who can’t. We’re all confused here. Welcome to the tribe.

2. Happiness is a feeling, joy is a choice.

Happiness is an emotion. At any given moment you’re either happy or you aren’t. Its a descriptive word. Joy is a choice. You choose to be positive. You choose to smile. 

Take any given day to assess your thoughts and feelings. Are they positive, or are they negative? Consciously choose courage over fear. Determination over Defeat. And joy over anger. 

3. You can have it all. If you humble yourself and have patience. 

The WORST cliche statement ever? You can’t have your cake and eat it too. 


The thing is, you can be happy. You can have a good job, a good apartment, a good boyfriend, etc. You can have tattoos and be gainfully employed. 

I’m speaking from experience. Here’s the thing. When I saw my boyfriend for the first time, walking in eating cake and being completely unaware of how cute he was, he wasn’t the 6′3″+ requirement I had in mind for a guy. And if I was petty enough to let that stop me from flirting with him, I wouldn’t have a guy who loved me even when I twist my hair at night and look like Kendrick Lamar’s twin, and who is just weird enough to think im really cute.

If I would have taken a super shitty job as a media coordinator for an insurance agency in galveston because I hated my old job so much and had to be out there, I wouldn’t have seen the awesome job I have now.

Life doesn’t work on your timeline and doesn’t follow your rules. And in most cases, its for the best. Your dreams can be realized. And if they haven’t been by 25, its fine.

4. Relationships are WORK.

This means work relationships. This means how often you call your parents. This means actually communicating with your significant other. Remember those moments where you could blow off your job in college because it wasn’t a real job? Welp, that’s not the case when you start your career. Remember when you called your mom because you needed money? (How can I ruin my body with everclear tonight if I only have 4.32 in my account? *calls mom*) Now, you actually value [some of] her incite and you can do fun things together like getting wine-drunk at chilis. Remember when your relationship was as volatile as an Eminem song (before he got sober)? Yeahhh, that doesn’t work anymore. 

5. Whether you think you can or you can’t, you’re right.

This applies to EVERYTHING in life.

6. Starbucks is shitty coffee.

….I know it. My bank accounts wish I would stop going there.

7. Family is important.

As much as my family is the super conservative but somehow democrat blacks that you often find in the south, I love them. Because I know they love me no matter how much we disagree. 

So, I make a genuine effort to care about their wellbeing. 

8. Its fine to get help. 

Chances are if you grew up in a black household, the chances of going to therapy are slim to none. Thats “for white people” or “crazy”. My favorite black counter statement to therapy is “go to church”. Here’s the thing; just like craft projects, some people can DIY life, and others need help or a guide to do it.

Before therapy, my life was one big ass pinterest fail project. Therapy helped me assess my feelings and manage my behaviors. It helped me through depression. I wish more parents cared about their children’s mental health. It could mean a wealth of difference.

And FYI: Most insurance covers therapy. Go get help.

9. There has to be something you like that you don’t get paid for. Our elders call this a “hobby”.

The thing I love about us millennials is that we’ve become millionaires off our hobbies. I mean my job is running social media. This didn’t exist when I was a kid.  Hell these jobs barely existed when I was in high school. See, I love social media. And I do kinda love graphic design. And on my personal pages, I’ve assembled thousands of followers over a short amount of time. But its something about doing it for a living that takes from the fun of it. I’ve had some of you ask why I haven’t updated my profiles in some time. 

So this is why I say-find something you love that you will NEVER do for money. I haven’t find out what that is for me now that social media isn’t my fun space anymore, but in the interim im trying a little bit of something new every week.

10. Health is wealth.

There is no size associated with health. However, no one one wants to be tired when they’ve done one set of stairs. And we won’t be 15 forever. I can’t continue to live off Tiff’s treats, and continue believing the 5 dollar rotisserie chicken i got from walmart is me “watching what im eating” (especially if I pair it with Mac N Cheese). 

Honorable Mention: Being unapologetically black is awesome; but comes at a price.

It took me 22 years to love being black. I spent most of my life, inspired by mainstream ideals and supported by family and friends’ thoughts that my hair was offensive in its natural state, that my skin color was unattractive; that the inflections in my voice categorized me as “ghetto”. It wasn’t until the end of college and since that I’ve found the beauty in being black. In embracing what it means to be black. However, being unapologetically black can come with downsides; it can mean you don’t get a job because of your hair, or your name. It can mean discussing issues like racism make others uncomfortable at your job and get your in trouble. However, it also has benefits. It allows you to embrace the variety in your culture. It allows you to explore blackness. 

I’ve learned (because its not taught in schools) that my blackness doesn’t start at slavery and MLK isn’t a cornerstone of our history. 

Oddly enough, if you think about it 25 years is just the beginning of life. I’ve spent the first 18 poor , naive and super financially dependent and the last 7 making really bad young adult decisions and praying my way through college. So lets pour wine, (while regretting getting drunk mid-week in the morning) and toast to at LEAST 25 more.

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Hi everyone ^_^

Many of you probably don’t know, but I’m currently a first year Graphic Design major and well, my parents are literally clasping at strings just so I can go to and stay in college.

I’ve found a potential job that I’m applying for as a t-shirt designer where I can make/design my own shirts and work with the owner to sell them on his site. I’m explaining to him about how I like to design kpop fandom shirts and graphic tees.

I guess what I’m really asking is for support. I don’t know if I’m even going to get this opportunity yet, but what I do know is that if I do, I’ll definitely be advertising my shirt designs and his online shop on here a lot.

I really need this. I need the job, the money, the experience, and the products for my design portfolios. I love designing and making my own things. I need to start somewhere and I guess you can even say that I’m kind of desperate right now. But since I haven’t gotten his reply yet, all I can do is hope that I can work out a deal with him and then possibly start selling my own t-shirt/sweater designs.

I don’t want to come off pompous and I’m not going to lie, if by a miracle, I get this job, I’ll definitely be asking you guys to check out my shirts–but for now, I really just need a little push to stay positive in my difficult financial situation.

Please do me a small favor just by liking this post.


As many of you know, we will be doing a banner support for the TRB concerts in NYC and LA. We’ve received so much love and support for the two designs that our graphic designer created, and we’re so thankful for that. 

We wanted to shoulder all costs for the banners, but unfortunately, the shipping for 1,600 banners from the Philippines to both LA and NYC ended up being about $300 and we only have $135 left for shipping. We’d really appreciate it if our fellow ARMYs could help us out and donate any amount of money to help us get our banners to the US. 

If you’d like to help us out and donate, go to our blog and click the “donate” button in our blog description. You may use either PayPal or any major credit cards that PayPal allows in order to donate. 

We’d be so grateful for any amount of donation that would help our cause. In lighter news, the manufacturer of our banners has kindly sent us a photo of one of the designs! 


I received this heartwarming message this morning on Facebook from Felix and he was kind enough to agree to allow me to share it with all of you. I hope he gets to see his family soon. And this is a photo of him with his grandmother, who is 88 years old, just about the same age as Mako and Bolin’s grandmother! And no, Felix, you didn’t waste my time. Thanks for sharing.

Hello Mr. Di Martino, First of all congratulations for the premiere of the book 3 of Legend of Korra and second sorry for my broken English, I’m from Argentina so English isn’t my first language.

I have to be sincere here, i love all the seasons with Aang, book 1 of Korra was cool, book 2 was so-so for me (please don’t kill me for saying that) and i was ready for book 3 when something happen… I was watching the 3rd episode: “The Earth Queen” and i cried a lot with the subplot of Mako and Bolin with their family from Ba Sing Se. Since I’m in college studying graphic design i wasn’t able to visit the family of my mother in Paraguay, my uncles, aunts, cousins and my grandmother. They live in a rural area that doesn’t have a lot of money or technology so looking at Mako and Bolin’s family was like looking directly to my family, I even think that we have the same number of family members!.

The hug between Bolin and Mako with their grandmother made me cry, it was something that I really want to do right now with my own grandmother, usually I feel sympathy for characters but it was the first time i feel identified with cartoon characters. That chapter was something really special for me and if I became a professional artist and I create a comic, animation or videogame, I hope that I will be able to reach people the same way you guys did with me. Meanwhile, I can’t wait to pass all my finals at college next month and go at least one week to Paraguay to visit my family there.

Well, that’s all; I wanted to thank you, Mr. Konietzko and the others in the crew for the amazing work over the years and for let me have this special moment thanks to Avatar. I hope one day I will able to repay you all for this in some way in the future. Thanks again and sorry for wasting your time, Felix Horacio “Horade” De Vicenzo.