Does anyone know what this spider is called?

I haven’t drawn anything in ages. So I did this one as a warm up. I think it turned out well considering everything :)

I haven’t drawn anything in ages. So I did this one as a warm up. I think it turned out well considering everything :)


I recently had a class/photoshoot that taught me how to be a life drawing model.

These were some of my favorite poses.

Amazing photos! :)


do not fix your dark circles let the world know youre tired of its shit and ready to kill a man

(via acidglitterparty)


Marilyn Manson speech on blame.


(via the-rainy-day-woman-deactivated)

Don’t talk about things you know nothing about.

It makes you look like an insensitive dickhead.

It's going to feel easy to push things off till the last second, but don't. Seriously. The end comes faster than you think. You may also think "ah well if I don't write this essay I'll still get a low B at best" Do the essay this is your last year of high school anyways. When you get home get right in to homework mode, its easier to do homework in a group and always put everything you have into all your work. Make this last year count so you won't have regrets at the end of the year. Get a calen

Thank you so much for the pointers! I’m a total procrastinator when it comes to homework. I always end up doing last night scrambles to get it done.

Grade twelve is fast approaching and I need help. This year is my last year to catch up and finish up. I have only one elective and 8 academic classes to complete.

Can you guys please give me study, organization, and general school tips??


In which my dad learns about purses and jeans sizes.

My dad: Your sister's crazy. Who'd want a $200 purse?
Me: She does.
My dad: What is it with ladies purses, anyway?
Me: (glancing at my purse) What do you mean?
My dad: How did that start--I mean, why do women use them? Doesn't it get tiring carrying a bag around all the time?
Me: (stands up and turns around) See those pockets?
My dad: ... Yes?
Me: What can I fit in them?
My dad: What?
Me: How many things do you think I could fit in my pockets? Honestly. How many things?
My dad: Doesn't look like you could fit much.
Me: A pack of Orbit, some folded bills, and that's about it. That's why we use purses--because we can't carry our shit in our pockets like you do.
My dad: But I can fit my wallet, my keys, and my cigarettes in my pockets!
Me: And your jeans also fit the way they should.
My dad: I'm almost afraid to ask, but what do you mean?
Me: Your jeans are sized by, what, your inseam and waist, right?
My dad: ... Aren't yours?
Me: I'm a size 3.
My dad: 3 what?
Me: No, just a 3. A size 3.
My dad: What does that mean?
Me: I actually have no idea. I'm a size 3 in these jeans. In some other jeans, I'm a 5. I'm a 7 in my favorite pair of shorts.
My dad: Wait, it's not the same?
Me: Nope. A size 3 in one brand's jeans is completely different from a size 3 in another brand.
My dad: That's fucking stupid! How do you shop for them?!
Me: With great difficulty. This is why when you ask me what I did during the week and despite the fact I know you won't care I sometimes tell you I found a pair of jeans. Because finding a pair of jeans that fit and fit well is like finding the Holy Grail with your name encrusted in diamonds on it

Kittens! I’m back! :)