I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can.
Sebastian Stan gets choked up talking about how much his mother means to him…
instead of watching the 50 Shades trailer, why not just make awkward eye contact with a total stranger at the grocery store for a solid 2 minutes and 34 seconds? you get the same skin-crawling, uncomfortable feeling but without the shitty writing, terrible acting and massive dose of rape culture
Guys, if you speak Japanese or Korean, or even if you don’t, please send a message to sercgakisei because he’s a disabled non-binary Korean/Chinese/Japanese teen who has been bullied by weeaboos on this site for not speaking English very well. His father has taken over his account and will translate the English messages for him.
please do this
I can’t and I won’t get over this cat. I’m drawing it. I’m making everyone else draw it. No one can capture its majesty.
The colorful drawings are mine. The Star crew had a game night last night, and I made everyone who was there draw their version of the cat in Evon’s sketchbook. The last one is a quick doodle my friend Emily did.
Imagine your favorite character barging into your room this moment, grabbing your hand, and taking you with them into their world
Lets be honest though most of us would be dead within a week
But it would be a bloody brilliant week
At Stanford there was this Professor who was a total bitch and she taught British Literature, which was cool. Except she taught only her opinions of the books and it didn’t help me as a writer. I went to school to learn new things to improve my craft, not have someone else’s opinions carved onto my forehead.
So anyway, for our final project, she asked us to write a ten page paper on why the color symbolism in Othello was so significant. I did some research and it turned out that she did her entire graduate thesis on this very subject. I was mad. This wasn’t teaching, this was boosting her ego. SO I wrote a ten page essay on why color symbolism in Othello wasn’t significant, satirizing it to the point of no return, saying that her opinion was an opinion and shouldn’t be taken seriously.
SHe failed me, needless to say. So in retaliation, I responded by baking a batch of brownies laced with weed and laxatives and delivered them myself to the professor hours before her big graduation speech. I told her that it was a peace offering, my way of apologizing and asking if I could do anything to fix my grade.
She refused to fix my grade.
In the end, she shit herself on stage.
I didn’t regret it.