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17 year old boy.
quick layouts as fast as possible.
IN DESIGN 2
working on layouts for a wanted poster and different ways of laying out text, header sub header and image.
"Love can be inconvenient, perhaps inappropriate. It can be dangerous. Make us do things we wouldn’t dream of doing. But wrong? That just depends on where we end up, doesn’t it?"
"Everyone wants an Argentina, a place where the slate is wiped clean. But the truth is Argentina, is just Argentina. No matter where we go we take ourselves and our damage, with us. So is home the place we run to, or is it the place we run from? Only to hide out in place where we’re accepted, unconditionally, places that feel more like home to us. Because we can finally be who we are…"
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Shel Silverstein can teach me a lot about love and relationships I guess.
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Colourful arranged objects
Tennessee-based photographer Emily Blincoe creates beautifully arranged natural colour gradient collections of objects. Ranging from Rocks, cereal and even trash, Emily creates colourful compositions that are simply awesome.
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Last night the Tbilisi Zoo in Georgia got flooded, it’s the third time in last 55 years. Most of the animals were drowned and the ones that escaped were shot on sight. It’s just one of those days when I’m terribly sorry to be a member of the human race. I’m sorry we ever prevailed.
You know when I said I knew little about love? That wasn’t true. I know a lot about love. I’ve seen it, centuries and centuries of it, and it was the only thing that made watching your world bearable. All those wars. Pain, lies, hate… It made me want to turn away and never look down again. But when I see the way that mankind loves… You could search to the furthest reaches of the universe and never find anything more beautiful. So yes, I know that love is unconditional. But I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing, and… What I’m trying to say, I think I love you. Is this love, I never imagined I’d know it for myself. My heart… It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it’s trying to escape because it doesn’t belong to me any more. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I’d wish for nothing in exchange - no gifts. No goods. No demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you loved me too. Just your heart, in exchange for mine.