5: “What/who inspires you?”
@ninjam117, @geekysartingagain, and @ask-genie and so many more tumblr people but I can’t list them off the top of my head right now. But one of my biggest inspirations is my middle school art teacher who made me love art again and taught me that no one is born a good artist. You have to work to become a good artist.

12: “Any weird artist behavior you admit doing?”
I draw on the back of old school papers to low key get back at my teachers who deducted points for little doodles I did in the margins.
I curl into a tiny ball when drawing with my clipboard/ sketchbook

poems i wrote for the signs

you light fires just to see how quickly you can put them out and / you are always three steps ahead of the person next to you and / sometimes you start fights just to see how long it takes for you to come out on top / but everyone can see that you’d never hold somebody’s heart / just for the opportunity to drop it

you do things that you shouldn’t do and / you kiss boys that you shouldn’t kiss and / your shameless flirting with self destruction won’t be ending anytime soon / (you let others love you to the point where you are too stubborn to love yourself)

you believe that soulmates are meant to be your other half but / you should also consider the possibility that maybe / soulmates are those who help you find the pieces you were looking for in others / in yourself  (patience — you will find yours soon)

there are rainstorms in your tear ducts and / butterflies in your stomach and / sometimes you feel like the earth might shatter beneath the gentle touch of your fingertips / but when you realize that nobody knows how to feel the way that you know how to feel / consider it a good thing

your hands are at your own throat because / you are too generous and you have been taken for granted one too many times / (stop tearing yourself apart just to keep others whole)

you wear more makeup than necessary when you go out and / you only wear black pants because they make your legs look smaller but / i want you to remember that you are a flower born in the midst of a drought and / plucking your own petals until there’s nothing left would be a huge disappointment

according to others, you’re supposed to be the balanced one / but right now you are struggling and can’t tell the difference between / a love letter and a suicide note / (this was hard to get off my chest) / (i really love you) / (i’m sorry, darling)

you’re telling him to kiss your neck when / you really want him to kiss your mind but / you’re so torn between being passionate and being psychological / that maybe you don’t know the difference

you get drunk off of cheap thrills and going eighty-five down backroads / but when it comes letting people close to you / you still need someone to hold your hand / (maybe you don’t trust yourself to trust others)

“i like holding your hands because they’re warm,” he tells you, but what happens when they’re not? / you want to peel back the layers of his skin until you see his lungs moving beneath his ribcage and / you want to know if he can hold his breath for as long as atlas held the earth / (maybe his lungs will hold your hands when he won’t want to)

you don’t wear sunscreen during an indian summer and / you’ll take shots of anything because / you want to show people you don’t have a care in the world / but it’s hard for anyone to see beyond your barricade of skeletons and repressed memories in the first place

you paint the ocean on your eyelids so when there are tears streaming down your face / it doesn’t feel like you’re crying and / you feel like a monster because nobody likes the taste of salt water / but what you’re forgetting is that salt helps heal wounds

You messed up. And that’s okay.

You procrastinated on your homework.

You crammed for that test the night before.

You didn’t finish the book and started the paper the night before it was due.

You forgot a deadline.

You failed that pop quiz.

You overslept your alarm. 

Even though you promised yourself you wouldn’t, you messed up. And that’s okay.

You’re no less of a person because of it.

You’re no less of a studyblr community member because of it.

You’re no less intelligent because of it.

You’re no less of a hard worker because of it.

You’re no less of a student because of it.


We all have those bad days. Sometimes, we get tired of constantly being on the grind. We forget to take those me days. We stop and yearn for all of that free time. And eventually it catches up to us and we make boo-boos, but that doesn’t negate all the hard work we’ve put in so far or any of the hard work we will put in from here on out. Don’t let this one lapse in judgement, preparation, or thinking define your week, semester, or year. Use it. Work harder because of it. Make sure that the feeling of regret you have now is something you won’t feel for a very long time. 

Guys, it’s not about being perfect. It’s about letting the imperfections guide you instead of define you.

Spring is finally here! 

EDIT 3/28/15- uploaded a larger version for those of you who want to use it as a desktop for your computer/tablet/laptop/etc!

-Prints available here-


The boys worked hard on this album and its clearly upsetting to them that this happened. To avoid further damage, please stop sharing the leaked songs and respect them by patiently waiting for the official release. Please and thank you :)

  • Symphony No.6 "Pastoral" Op.68 & Waltz of the Flowers
  • Kingdom Hearts 3D Dream Drop Distance

“Beautiful world isn’t it? Almost like a dream”


in which: debatably, the most evil Disney-related villain, acknowledges the Beautiful master piece that is Fantasia