“We lose people we love because they are meant to love someone else. We lose them because we are destined to find somebody else. It is a simple fact that is sometimes hard to accept because we are too stupid to let go.”—(via skintones)
“As aesthetes, we’re expected to turn a white sheet of paper or a blank screen into a work of art. We are expected to know the work and influence of Paula Scher and Paul Sahre (and difference between Paul Rand and Rand Paul), what the colors blue and pink mean in the life of Pablo Picasso, and the difference between camp and kitsch and how to use (or not use) each. We study history so we know what’s worked in the past and how to avoid the trappings of simply copying old ideas. Style is the life-blood of the aesthete and beauty is the byproduct. And that style exists in every facet of our lives, from the things we surround ourselves with to the things we create to surround other people … from the magazines we read to the magazines we design. We’re wary of shopping or eating at places with “barn,” “factory” or “warehouse” in the name. If it can be said “you are what you eat,” for a graphic designer it’s “you are what you eat, breathe, swim around in, and happen to spit-out.” Everything matters. However, we’re also wary of hype, and remember the moral of the story “The Emperor’s New Clothes” — just because someone says it’s wonderful and amazing, doesn’t really make it so.”—http://life.salon.com/2011/12/27/graphic_designer_imprint/singleton/?mobile.html
I am 17yrs old and blah blah, a photographer/writer/journalist/blogger/gamer/homie/lover/friend/yadiyada
Uhm. Ok. Slow your roll son. Lemme re-write that for you:
Has a camera (maybe even a dSLR) and knows where the shutter button is/can string words together to form sentences/said ability to string words together was used to submit an article to school newspaper (yay!)/figured out tumblr….
Not to kill your dreams kiddo, but there was a time these titles meant something. The most important thing with assigning these to yourself is learning what it means to deserve ‘em.
Oh, and focus. If you’re all of the above, I seriously doubt you’re excelling at ANY. Think about that for a second.
“If there is a God who will damn his children forever, I would rather go to hell than to go to heaven and keep the society of such an infamous tyrant. I make my choice now. I despise that doctrine. It has covered the cheeks of this world with tears. It has polluted the hearts of children, and poisoned the imaginations of men. It has been a constant pain, a perpetual terror to every good man and woman and child. It has filled the good with horror and with fear; but it has had no effect upon the infamous and base. It has wrung the hearts of the tender, it has furrowed the cheeks of the good. This doctrine never should be preached again. What right have you, sir, Mr. Clergyman, you, minister of the gospel to stand at the portals of the tomb, at the vestibule of eternity, and fill the future with horror and with fear? I do not believe this doctrine, neither do you. If you did, you could not sleep one moment. Any man who believes it, and has within his breast a decent, throbbing heart, will go insane. A man who believes that doctrine and does not go insane has the heart of a snake and the conscience of a hyena.”—Robert G. Ingersoll, (1833-1899) American political leader (via chzane)
You can’t call a President-King on one day, ranting and raving that we shouldn’t have a king, and on the next day, demand that he be king and see his subjects, as if he was some personality-cult that the people need him to be seen to gain strength. We are not North Korea.
We don’t need the president to handhold people and to show, “Empathy”. He has phones. He has computers. He has minions. I want him to do his job. His job is to command, not to be a social worker, or to have a photo op. His job is to make sure government resources’ full might descends upon the people in need. It is our job— we the people, too to help those in need as well, in however way we can. Donate, pack, spread information, whatever. That’s how we change the Philippines. That’s how we get real. That’s how nation building begins. That’s when we stop being provincial, and leveling up.