I have always been passionate about a creativity and graphic design, seven years ago this passion turned into career as I became a freelance graphic designer. Looking for new challenges and wanting to push myself further I started doing daily poster design challenge. It combined two of my favorite things illustration and design. Days turned into weeks, weeks in to months, and poster by poster I am reaching two years mark.
Every now and then I stumble upon a new artist that has me instantly transfixed. Sophie Lécuyer is definitely one of those artists – I have a feeling I will be returning to her work again and…
"Genet: O Poeta Ladrão”
My friend scolded me for making Kaeya into a shadow. So I made them get married.
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These poems have given me the needed words that I could never find to speak myself.
"Are you sure you're okay, sweetie?" she asks. I take the ice pack back. I nod, but it hurts. My brain feels jostled by the littlest movements. "Yeah," I gasp, holding in any acknowledgment of pain. "I'm fine. Thanks." She glances down, and I catch her eyeing my bruised shins. They took the brunt of the impact. "Football," I explain. She nods. "That's a rough sport," she says. A pause. She walks back to her desk. Then, she stops. She turns around. She looks me in the eyes. Her face is solemn. "Hit 'em harder," she instructs. I nod and almost smile. "I will." *********************************************** It's 1998, and seventeen-year-old Stephanie "Stevie" Rogers is attempting the unthinkable: she wants to be the first female football player at Truman High. Too bad the team, headed by her ex and a sexist coach, won't let it happen. Then of course there's her sexist step-dad, who can't know she's playing football or her life as she knows it would end. If it weren't for her cute guitar-playing best friend, Calvin, all hope might be lost. But with his help, and the discovery of a secret so scandalous it could rock the entire school, she may finally get her time under the stadium lights. *************************************************************************** "You're outnumbered. You need allies if you're gonna survive the season. These guys are gonna have your back. You need them." "I don't need anyone," I insist. "Ha," he hiccups. "Yes, actually, you do." He ploinks me on the nose. I scowl. "No one is invincible." I continue to scowl. He sighs. "Just trust me on this one. Okay?" My face softens a little. He's just trying to help. "Fine," I comply. "But don't expect me to smile about it." He grins. "That's too bad. You're pretty when you smile." "Shut up."
Claude dipping Byleth in a dance, while Byleth stays as pokerface as ever, which makes Claude genuinely laugh... a thing that gives me life😭 #fe3h #ClaudeVonRiegan #byleth #claudeleth #byletheisner #fireemblemthreehouses #art
These poems have given me the needed words that I could never find to speak myself.
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Poetry by Amrita chakraborty ( @sunrisesongs )
These poems have given me the needed words that I could never find to speak myself.
If this doesn't inspire you to wear SPF, we don't know what will...
Ron Hicks was born in Columbus, Ohio but spent most of his childhood growing up in the modest and friendly neighborhood of Park Hill in Denver, Colorado. He shared a dream with a close childhood friend early on... "He just always knew he would go to college and become an artist", remembers Ron's friend.
These poems have given me the needed words that I could never find to speak myself.