Watercolor by Katarzyna Jaśkiewicz
To say thank you to my followers for being awesome I’m running a giveaway with a couple of items up for grabs. All the items feature my illustrations and the bags and totes are screen printed by hand by myself.
2 birch dinosaur necklaces
Large mens blue tshirt with cats print
Small ladies white tshirt with cats print
Green ink monsters on natural colour tote bag
Black ink fox on natural colour tote bag
…and as runner up prizes I have a couple of fox, cats, octopus and tiger temporary tattoos to give away.
To enter all you have to do is reblog this post (likes don’t count as I’ll only pick from reblogs, and please don’t delete any of the text above!) and I’ll pick the winners entirely at random. The first person I pick will have first choice of the items, the second person will have second choice and so on.
I’ll be randomly picking winners a week from today on the 6th February so make sure you reblog before then for a chance to win one of the items!
Go Go Go!
24 hours left to enter! Just a reminder that only reblogs count as an entry not likes!
The idea first came to Lane Jordan when he heard an odd little fact: Around 20 percent of tracks on Spotify—some four million songs—had been played exactly zero times.
Four million songs! That got Jordan thinking. What were those songs? And don’t they, too, deserve a little listening?
Jordan brought the idea to his friend, J Hausmann, and together, along with the help of a third friend (Nate Gagnon), they built Forgotify, a discovery engine for Spotify’s unplayed tracks.
Forgotify is built upon a database that the trio created to crawl Spotify’s API for pieces with a play count of zero. Once a song has been played, it disappears from the site, rendering it oddly reminiscent of an old, archival audio cassette which, once played, may never play again. Playing it destroys it. (Except, of course, in the case of Forgotify, the songs still live on in Spotify proper.)
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There will come a time when you want to cut off all your hair. Do it. Realise that the thing you want rid of doesn’t lie in the long curls that frame your face so perfectly. Live with short hair for a while. It’ll grow.
You won’t always want to talk to people. That’s okay. When it’s late and you hear your friends talking in the next room, you don’t have to join them. You’re allowed your solitude. It makes company sweeter and it teaches you how to survive alone. You will need that skill.
In the winter, you’ll believe that nothing will ever grow again. You’re wrong. Every year, London looks like it’s on its last legs, wheezing through those last cold days in March. Every year, spring comes like an explosion and the city shakes off its sleep.
Mundane problems will get the better of you sometimes. Don’t worry. Try as you might, life cannot be an endless, beautiful, intense moment. Find comfort in money worries and late trains; they’re a welcome rest in between heartbreaks and breakdowns.
People will call you a cynic, a wry smile on their faces. Pay them no mind. You alone know that you are capable of a love greater than anything they can comprehend. You alone know that you are not willing to sell your identity and respect to the first smirking halfwit to pass by. It is not cynicism. It is reverence for your own vast and fathomless heart, and it makes sense only to love someone who understands that and is awed by it.
You will not always get what you want when you want it. Accept it. Your goals are not set in stone and you are not on a fixed trajectory. Sometimes, life will take its time and you will have to play the long, interminable game. Play it well and with as much grace as you can muster. Live at your own pace.
At night, you will occasionally wake up afraid, wanting to die. Don’t give in. Night plays its tricks, but you are not so easily fooled. Your mind will play its tricks, too. It will make you believe that you’re not who you are, but you must not give in. You take a breath and you tell yourself that you are here. That you always were.
Practical Advice for Difficult Women (#20 - 9th December)
…I’ve just recently started watching Game of Thrones. Started season 3 today. Most of my other shows make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside, but it seems my affections surrounding this show are primarily driven by rage.
and I love every second of it.
in short, no spoilers, plz!
I know she is proud. How not? What is left to her but pride? I know she is strong. How not? The Dothraki despise weakness. If Daenaerys had been weak, she would have perished with Viserys. I know she is fierce. Astapor, Yunkai and Meereen are proof enough of that. She has survived assassins and conspiracies and fell sorceries, grieved for a brother and a husband and a son, tro the cities of the slavers to dust beneath her dainty sandaled feet.
dat movement doe
i think about the 3d printed spider robot dancing to salsa a lot and im not sure if it’s because of the music or if it’s because of the hypnotizing dance moves
most likely both
this is the best thing ive ever seen in my whole life
oh my god…. i was feeling down and this absolutely 100% lifted me out of it. oh my god!!!! i love him!!!!!
this is, at once, both creepy and hilarious.