i made a stamp

anonymous asked:

okay okay okay so there's this adorable peach in my spanish class???? she's really smart and funny and only texts me spanish phrases???? she stamped my notebook with a custom stamp she had made with her name on it???? like i don't know what to do with all of this cuteness???? she's amazing????

so much adorableness omg cuteness overload! I LOVE THAT SHE MADE HER OWN STAMP????????

I have sucked with updating this blog but now I have dug my scanner out again. These days I’m quite excited about carving stamps. That skull is made after some medieval drawing.



since you guys seem to have enjoyed a lot my do it for vitya and do it for yuuri stamps i decided to combine the best of both worlds and, tadaaaaa~


but then i was thinking… it’s not fair… there’s someone missing. and of course i had to create:

DO IT FOR THEM, the podium family edition!

these are available not only as tshirts but as stickers, posters, bags and mugs!

i hope you guys enjoy <3

10 things that i love about you:

1. you listen to my words more often than i do, you teach me to be careful by not what i say, but how i say it

2. we can be doing nothing, but you’d swear this is everything, in this very moment, this is where you want to be and you know what? it’s such a silly and cliché thing, but it’s hella cute

3. i can make no sense at all, but you’ll swear that it’s the funniest thing. you see, a sense of humor like yours– the world needs your kind of lightness. like pressed roses saved forever, you make a garden of who i am feel safe again

4. if my heart is an origami, then you have turned me into a thousand paper cranes made from the sweetest love poems, i love you stamped with your lipstick into each one

5. you don’t know about happiness most days, but when you do, i swear i’d keep that smile safe anyway that i can, there are many ways as to why i love you, this is just one of them. because life isn’t always about being happy, it’s about properly dealing with your sadness too. you taught me that.

6. we are a million miles away, but you make the stars feel closer

7. we don’t talk every single day, but when we do, it’s like we resumed from where we left off, an eternal pause in your favorite movie, we’ll return to a state of carefree and i need that after a long day

8. your way of loving someone is constantly being there, your friends love you in the same way that i do. you’re there for everyone and it worries me, because if you’re there for everyone, who’s there for you when nightfalls? when your heart breaks and the tears fall, who puts it back together, who dries them from your face? you love people, you genuinely love people. and i admire that rare quality.

9. a promise is a promise is a promise is a promise. and loving you is just another shooting star waiting to grant wishes.

10. you say that my scars are a map for future lovers, a chipped heart is just a cave and their kisses are torches that light where i cannot see. so just in case if i’m ever lost because i have damaged them or them to me, i’ll always find my way back to you.
—  listening to unfold by alina baraz & galimatias
  • What she says: I'm fine
  • What she means: Now is the winter of our discontent
  • Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
  • And all the clouds that lour'd upon our house
  • In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.
  • Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;
  • Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;
  • Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,
  • Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.
  • Grim-visaged war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front;
  • And now, instead of mounting barded steeds
  • To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,
  • He capers nimbly in a lady's chamber
  • To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.
  • But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,
  • Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;
  • I, that am rudely stamp'd, and want love's majesty
  • To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;
  • I, that am curtail'd of this fair proportion,
  • Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,
  • Deformed, unfinish'd, sent before my time
  • Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,
  • And that so lamely and unfashionable
  • That dogs bark at me as I halt by them;
  • Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,
  • Have no delight to pass away the time,
  • Unless to spy my shadow in the sun
  • And descant on mine own deformity.
  • And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover,
  • To entertain these fair well-spoken days,
  • I am determined to prove a villain
  • And hate the idle pleasures of these days.
  • Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous,
  • By drunken prophecies, libels and dreams,
  • To set my brother Clarence and the king
  • In deadly hate the one against the other.
  • And if King Edward be as true and just
  • As I am subtle, false and treacherous,
  • This day should Clarence closely be mew'd up,
  • About a prophecy, which says that 'G'
  • Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be.
  • Dive, thoughts, down to my soul-- here
  • Clarence comes.