3•8•15 // 69 days ‘till HSC // Trials are finished

I have finally finished my trial exams! I am stress free (for a week) I think I did OK and I am happy in what I have done

Today I have decided to finally clean and organise all my stuff

ADVICE At the end of the day when you finished your exams, there is nothing you can do about your mark. When you get them back, be happy with what you have achieved and focus on how to improve it.


ulyssseswkamil asked:

Isn't the point of annihilator to display how world-ending the eldrazi are? I can see how its frustration would be a problem, but in small doses, I feel like the despair and terror of having to erase your board compliments the flavor.

It’s hard to design, tricky to develop and overall ranked poorly in market research.

Late-night semi-rhetorical questions for myself:

What makes an artist an artist?

Is the distinguishing feature of who is an artist, as opposed to a “hobbyist”, whether they’re making money from their art? How much money “counts”? Do you have to have that entrepreneurial spirit and business acumen to be considered an artist? (One article I read said so.)

How much work do you have to make to be an artist? How fast do you have to produce new work?

What on earth am I? What am I capable of becoming? And what goals do I need to set myself to achieve before I can say, yes, I’m an artist?

Where do I find an artist mentor and a plan for what I want to achieve? Who is there who can tell me how the art world works, how people end up showing in galleries, how anyone gets “out there” at all?

proudtobeadepphead asked:

What's your favourite potc movie and why? :)

At world’s end. I don’t know how to answer that but maybe because is the movie when all the pirates showed how they can’t live without sea and they stay together in the battle for this, even with their differences. Also, Elizabeth shows the woman she always was and inspires everyone.

Everyone knows exactly what kind of girl she is. She’s the kind of girl who’d be the first to remind you that the sun is just a hot ball of gas when you marvel at the colors of a sunset. She’s the kind of girl who listens to pretentious indie music and whose favorite movie is probably something from before the 1950s. She’s the girl who makes off-handed comments about how messed up the world really is and how capitalism will most definitely end in hell-fire. The kind of girl who’d kick a man in the balls if the need arises (and maybe even if it doesn’t). You think you know her, but you never actually do.
If you look closely enough (if she lets you look closely enough), you’d see the dented halo resting on top of her badly-dyed, bleached, blonde head. It’s dim and it doesn’t glow as brightly as it should. But it’s there and when the world is dark enough, when the stars and moon won’t shine for you, it’s the brightest thing around.

She also has wings. They’re hidden under her shiny leather jacket that smells of death and cigarettes, and they don’t work very well. They’re broken and bent and mostly useless. But every once in a while, when the rain beats down you so hard you can feel your skin breaking, she’d spread them wide and you’d rest under them and the relief they’d provide can’t be explained in mere words.
She doesn’t like her reflection, either. She only sees the devil in her soul when she looks at it. She can’t remember the color of her eyes anymore and when she cries, the stardust caked beneath her eyelids mixes with her tears and it’s the ugliest thing you’ll ever see.

Her breath smells like regret and peppermint and blood. She laughs like poison and sneers like a poem. Her smile never reaches her eyes and hands are always cold. And there’s something so inherently sad about her. She’s the train-wreck you can’t help but stare at, unblinking, unbelieving, very ashamed.

She keeps secrets like you’d keep pets. She grooms them, lets them grow, she lets them fester. And she loses them, sometimes. She can’t keep track of how many she’s lost. And when they’re loose, they devour everything in their wake. She can’t believe how many there are. Inside her, around her. They’re everywhere.

She’s an angel. She’s a monster. She’s the storm brewing and the lightning that comes after. She’s the universe. She’s the void. She’s infinitely vast and infinitely empty. She’s heaven and hell and everything in between.

How did they ever think they could define her?

—  idontgiveaneffie, I certainly can’t


Bet he’s off to the side thinking, “Ugh, you children are disgusting just kiss the girl you won’t get the chance to later, Robin.”


get to know me meme: {2/5 franchises} → The Hobbit / The Lord of the Rings.

It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end… because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing… this shadow. Even darkness must pass.


movies [3/3]

→ lord of the rings

“it’s like in the great stories, mr. frodo. the ones that really mattered. full of darkness and danger, they were. and sometimes you didn’t want to know the end, because how could the end be happy? how could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? but in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. even darkness must pass. a new day will come, and when the sun shines, it will shine out the clearer. those were the stories that stayed with you…folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. they kept going. because they were holding on to something…that there’s some good in this world, mr. frodo, and it’s worth fighting for.”

Dear Homophobia,

Come a little closer
Let me whisper in your ear
Let me tell you something
That I want you to hear

Protest me all you want
In a loud or quiet voice
I just wanted you to know
Being gay is not a choice

There are other things to fear
Scarier than me
It’s obvious that you don’t care
You’re blind and cannot see

Take that blind fold off your eyes
And take a look around
The world is full of people like me
And are willing to say it loud

We are repulsive in the mind
We are fearful at the touch
All I want you to do
Won’t take very much

Leave us alone
Take the angry mob away
Will always be hear to stay

You cannot get rid of us
However, you can try
Taking away our rights
Is not going to make us cry

Things like this don’t bother us
We learned not to care
This is our world too
So learn how to share

This letter will end
Though unwillingly
From the members
Of the LGBT

by Kayoh



“Oh nuts!” 

notice that they use lines from the Jurassic Park movie!


It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened?

The signs when they're sick...

Aries: will find them in their dark bedroom covered in tissues watching Netflix
Taurus: won’t stop thinking about how they possibly got sick. Will feel sorry for themselves and expect everyone else to as well. Won’t stop them from going out tho, bc they have shit to do. Not hungry for once, which freaks them out. Like they want food but can’t keep it down ya feel
Gemini: won’t stop complaining about how sick they are. They will let everyone around them know how sick they are. The world is basically ending.
Cancer: cuddled up in bed with a book and won’t leave until they feel better. Very moody, don’t speak to them during these dark days.
Leo: wondering why the fuck no one has delivered them soup to their bedside and asking God why such a terrible ailment occurred within their glorious bodies.
Virgo: will probably be on their death bed whispering “this is the end” to themselves.
Libra: someone will be catering to their needs, whether it’s mom, dad or significant other. Will probably have a cool, damp cloth over their forehead. Worried about how this will affect their social life.
Scorpio: no one will even be able to tell that they’re sick because they’re sure as hell not taking off work or letting it slow them down.
Sagittarius: mad because they can’t go out, but then realize that this is a good excuse to stay in for once.
Capricorn: still cooking, cleaning, taking care of duties. Responsibilities always come first no matter how shitty they feel.
Aquarius: wrapped in a blanket playing video games for days straight.
Pisces: probably the laziest sign while sick. Tea, tea, and more tea. Not different than most days bc they are usually inside doing nothing anyway but it’s nice to finally have an excuse to be lazy. Will probably be working on some type of artistic ability.