Also known as that asshole, Gianina.
This is the blog of a frustrated artist who is into painting, drawing, photography, graphic design, movies, music, ninjas, zombies, superheores, villains, and a large number of fandoms.
The owner of this blog is a Communication Arts graduate, a web and graphic designer, a geek, a fangirl, a homestuck, a weirdo, a creep, a super soldier, and a friend.
Born on September 22, 1991.
“We are all such radiant fuckups — we have to remember this and love one another for it.” - CODY GOHL, We Will Hurt Each Other
Some therapeutic typography if you’re having a shit day or if you feel like you fail at being a friend and a human being altogether. It’s been a long day for me at work and I was fortunate to have read this short bit thanks to Guia. We’re all fucked up, and that’s why we should love each other.
I’d tell you how much I miss you and love you.
But your girlfriend will get mad.
So I’ll show you a picture of Scarlett Johansson, and share butt loads of unnecessary information with you, like what her cup size is and how much I would love to do her if I were a guy.
That’s how we bond.
Some Yeats typog for the classy mothers
Taken from William Butler Yeats’ “When You Are Old”. I’ve always loved this one, but have only truly appreciated it when I heard the Hiddles recite it. You should hear how he whispered those lines on the image and how wonderful he rolls his tongue at the words, “How love fled”. And I do really love this poem. It’s sweet and sad, and makes me imagine growing old with my
soulmate and best friend Tom Hiddleston.
And every breath we take in this universe that we’re not together in is a ginomogantuous sin.
Lol, Overanalytical Gianina the Human. Tell your feels to shut up.
Fine Frankie, since you’re one of the few people who actually do try to listen to my shit, I shall moderate the daily rants. Plus I do agree that repressing it would only turn me into a serial killer.
This is going to be very difficult for me to say. I’ll try not to sound as awkward as possible. In all honesty, I’ve always wanted to spend this day with you. I know this isn’t your thing. You think it’s lame to celebrate this day, and I respect that. But believe me when I say, I couldn’t think of a better way to spend Valentine’s Day than with you. And if you just accept me for who I am, I promise to:
And when the time comes that we have to part, I’ll cherish every memory we ever had, every pain, every joy. And I know when you’re through with me, you will be so happy. And I’ll accept that, because it’s you. It’s always been you.
I just want you to know all of this because it’s Valentine’s Day. Now, go to your room, I have something waiting for you.