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woohoo! it’s 7.16am and i have spent 6 hours poring endlessly over a letter ‘b’ and then a letter ‘d’, which is not yet finished- i’m designing a typeface, and it is as utterly fiddly as i expected it to be. i am a perfectionist/pedant/arse and this is the king of all pedantic design, perhaps i have found my calling.

my bf barney is asleep behind me, he’s hilarious when he sleeps. a minute ago he sat up and grinned at me and moved the duvet about like he was planning on staying awake, and when i suggested he pop back to sleep he was out again in about 2 seconds. and before that he was sleep talking. “oh… i was going to use that.. but now you’ve got rid of it.” :)))

only 24 letters to go… and then the uppercase.

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olena:

Fuck these posters.
All of those classroom posters, really. There are the ones with little kids and rainbows and everyone holding hands together all “around the world” … literally ON the world, and motivational posters with flying eagles and astronauts and “GIVE %110!” … what the Fuck? It’s not even possible to give more than %100, that doesn’t even make sense.
Motivation & true learning are important, not for some job you’ll do to make money for someone else, but for personal & social enrichment, for the pursuit of something more than average, because creativity, when it isn’t restricted by utility, can lead to necessary revolutions. That is real art. I wish I could make something better for all of those kids stuck in their epileptic-seizure-inducing rainbow-prisons who have to look at this shit until class is over… I just don’t know what that is right now.
Also, this & Asimov at SPACE COLLECTIVE.

i miss sixth form and taking politics & english A level, i always knew i would; i love writing essays on interesting things. i need to make more effort to keep learning things now i don’t have to any more.

olena:

Fuck these posters.

All of those classroom posters, really. There are the ones with little kids and rainbows and everyone holding hands together all “around the world” … literally ON the world, and motivational posters with flying eagles and astronauts and “GIVE %110!” … what the Fuck? It’s not even possible to give more than %100, that doesn’t even make sense.

Motivation & true learning are important, not for some job you’ll do to make money for someone else, but for personal & social enrichment, for the pursuit of something more than average, because creativity, when it isn’t restricted by utility, can lead to necessary revolutions. That is real art. I wish I could make something better for all of those kids stuck in their epileptic-seizure-inducing rainbow-prisons who have to look at this shit until class is over… I just don’t know what that is right now.

Also, this & Asimov at SPACE COLLECTIVE.

i miss sixth form and taking politics & english A level, i always knew i would; i love writing essays on interesting things. i need to make more effort to keep learning things now i don’t have to any more.

gamefreaksnz:

mapenvelop : beste miray
The MapEnvelop project prints your current location inside of your letter’s  envelope.

gamefreaksnz:

mapenvelop : beste miray

The MapEnvelop project prints your current location inside of your letter’s envelope.

Probably for every man there is at least one city that sooner or later turns into a girl. How well or how badly the man actually knew the girl doesn’t necessarily affect the transformation. She was there, and she was the whole city, and that’s that.
– J. D. Salinger, A Girl I Knew (via demurecure)
"Probably for every man there is at least one city that sooner or later turns into a girl. How well or how badly the man actually knew the girl doesn’t necessarily affect the transformation. She was there, and she was the whole city, and that’s that."

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i'm matilda. art student/timewaster, posting things i've made and seen for my benefit if no-one else's.

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i love crystal castles, oranges are not the only fruit, cy twombly and the eighties. and reading the saturday guardian with a cup of earl grey and a fire in the hearth.

i increasingly resent chemically-induced fun, and i live in fucking bournemouth.

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