The worst part about being a graphic design student is that when you complain to people about how one professor wants multiple wireframes needing to be fully designed and auto-layouted in Figma while in another class you're searching far and wide for the images of work you're putting in your portfolio and assembling them on the abomination that is Adobe InDesign, normal people will have no idea what you're talking about.
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will definitely cry in public tomorrow but i’m being so brave about it
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You know I’m unhinged because I’m watching a buddy of mine stream “A Hat in Time” (a game I’ve never played) and THIS GUY SHOWS UP
I don’t even know his name but hear me out
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Guess who just lost at least 35 pages of their thesis because their hard drive suddenly failed seven minutes before class??????
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I loveee the concept of reincarnation bc it’s just so comforting!!!
oh to be reincarnated lovers with Bakugou where you find each other every life time and leave a memory of the other to find in the next lifetime. You see each other in a new lifetime, drawn to each other, swearing familiarity even though your minds disagree. But it’s something deeper within you that knows each other, misses the others embrace, and you can’t figure out why.
There’s a famous painting of someone who looks suspiciously like you made in the 1600s by some tortured artist, the muse a lover he had lost years before. There’s a statue that looks just like Bakugou from the 1800s, who everyone thought to be created after Apollo, but you beg to differ. There are letters found between two lovers, one gone off to war and the other at home, their exchange of love something poets discuss in contemporary times. Theres even skeletons found embracing each other, with one’s head tucked into the others neck.
And for some reason, every time, these figments of love appeal to you deeper than anyone else around you. They’re so familiar, and you think you might be going crazy when flashes of memories start to plague you.
Sitting in a darkly lit room, a slate of white marble in front of you, a point chisel in hand. There’s a blond man sitting behind the marble, with a sly grin, as your hands raise to start chipping away at its flawless perfection.
Sitting at home, writing away with a quilled pen to a lover you miss. Kissing the edge of the paper and pulling away to find it stained with red from your lips.
Laying in the soft grass, your face hidden in a strong neck as heavy winds start to take over you. Your arms entangled in another’s, tilting your face up to kiss a blond, stubbled jaw.
When Bakugou tells you he remembers the same things, you wonder if you’re both just on a bad trip from a drug you don’t remember taking. But you carve your names in tree trunks and wonder if you’ll find find it again hundreds of years later, if you’ll see him again, if you’ll create another piece of your unyielding love on every crevice of the earth.
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🎤 day 169 🎵
➥ today’s akito is a card redraw by me of akito’s “well-known big shot” 1☆!
➥ i apologize…for creating this….
➥ when i realised a My Art Monday™ would be coinciding with day 169, i figured i would do a redraw as a nod back to day 69. i’m going to be real with you guys. i know at least one of you is a drawfee fan and will understand when i say that i had this one in me. it has an Energy that i’m not entirely sure the origin of. but it sure happened.
➥ including the sketch on this one cause I think that’s truly where the Energy was
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I'm… mildly obsessed with the title of this paper I found, which I WILL be using for a research project.
image description: screenshot of a title page with text in all capital letters
Ioan P. Couliano
The University of Chicago
Dr. Faust, Great Sodomite and Necromancer
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