Not everyone can feel things as deeply as you. Most people, their feelings are … bland, tasteless. They’ll never understand what it’s like to read a poem and feel almost like they’re flying, or to see a bleeding fish and feel grief that shatters their heart…

Juliann Garey, Too Bright to Hear Too Loud to See.  (via highskool)

Anonymous asked:

Is parsons a good school?

ikilledalaska:

no disrespect because i’m not gonna lie to you but i’m not an expert either but it depends on what you wanna go there for.  it’s kind of fallen off the ladder in terms of being a top school, but like i said, it matters what you wanna go there for and HONESTLY like no matter what school you go to if you’re fucking good and ambitious and try hard like you can’t not do well wherever you end up you’re still gonna succeed that’s just life.

 your school is just a label that doesn’t mean shit after you get out like your work is what matters so don’t concern yourself with whether or not “parson’s” is a good school, concern yourself with whether or not it matches you and you like the environment and what the school has to offer because i know people that went there that succeeded and people who failed but that goes for any other school and more than the school being at fault, it’s the work ethic and attitude of the students

Parsons was my dream school and I loved every idea I had of it but I went with FIT in the end, and honestly it was the best decision I’ve ever made at 17 years of age. Debt-free, weeeee! There are professors who teach at both Parsons and FIT, or both Pratt and FIT. Fancy and famous art schools may stroke your egos far fonder than the lesser sounding ones, but when you go on interviews, it’s your portfolio and your work that matters.

Ah, finally have some time to sit down and type stuff. Life update time!

Two months ago on this day, I was struggling with my senior projects, senior shows, and stressing about getting shit done on time, job applications, interviews, portfolio reviews, all that nerve destroying insanity. Somehow, it all worked out and I graduated. Woopie.

One month ago on this day, I was in HK, suffocating in 90+ degrees 85% humidity weather and stuffing my face with amazing food. My daily tasks were to eat, sleep and shop until my legs failed to move another inch.

And here I am today, 16th of July, on my second week as a full time designer at a creative marketing agency. Everything happened and fell into place so fast and so furious, sometimes I wonder if it is all a dream. But I pinched myself extra hard today as I received my first paycheck from a legitimate job. The feeling is surreal.

I DID IT, MOM. I’M NOT A FAILURE!

Guess what my first expense would be? Did I hear food?