Nikolo, you have absolutely no idea how hard it was to compose myself for this shot. Squealing like a little girl on the inside and itching to let it out, but I can’t afford to have a bad picture so standing still really wasn’t much of an option.

Thank you for this night. How I wish the sidewalk was made of grass so I could have lied down and looked at the stars with you. We’ll get to do that one day without us having to break our necks.

P.S. I had to edit my hair in this picture because you said “your hair’s okay.” It was all over the place, thank you very much.

I realized my previous layout looked a bit too professional and I was getting frustrated by being limited to just 500 pixels wide images. So I worked on a new one for around two days, and I’m really happy with what I have now. I’ll work on improving it for the next few days, but I’m SURE that I won’t be replacing it soon. Hopefully!

Thoughts?

Glitter Layer Styles Set 1 [Download]

I’m back with another freebie, this time it comes in the form of layer styles. Just Google how to install and use them, I’m sure it’s somewhere there in the internet. Use this to a minimum though, you don’t want your designs to become tacky, do you?

On the 18th (US Timezone), I’m joining the largest online protest in history.

Ever since the bill was considered, I have been in great disapproval of it. I even wrote a mock documentary script focusing on the effects of SOPA to everyday lives as one of my school requirements. I followed closely how the bill was going through the US Government. 20th of December last year, the House Judiciary Committee cancelled the hearing for SOPA. They’re putting it up for vote again this week.

I may not live in the US, but I work for the Internet. Everything in my job requires the Internet. Well, maybe not everything. But I need it and if anything “seems suspicious to the government” or “submitted by a user and violates the SOPA” gets blocked, then what will be left?

Join me. Whether or not you live in the USA.

bibicake:

Meet me offline tonight, ‘cause a 73 x 73 thumbnail isn’t enough you. I want you in the highest resolution, in four dimensions, the only way I know how to look at something beautiful. You weren’t made for the screen you know, and neither was the broken skin where you cut yourself shaving and the almost-invisible hairs that paint the corners of your upper lip and that one crooked eyelash that bends at a 45-degree angle. Who was foolish enough to think they could squeeze everything noteworthy about you into an avatar? You’re too pretty for pixels.

Put up an away message and let’s go away, somewhere we can power down and still feel electric, somewhere that doesn’t need password protecting. Let’s lose ourselves and find ourselves in a place with no Yelp reviews, no Google results, no Foursquare check-ins. The distance between your eyes and mine is uncharted territory, that’s a good place to start. Let’s look there first.

Tonight, I want to push all of your buttons except the one that says Like. I want to eat too slowly and argue over Tim Burton’s best film and take your mother’s side; I want you to look at me like you want to strangle me or kiss me or both and maybe then I’ll undo a couple of your buttons or my buttons and how’s that for a notification? I want to be the one to alert you.

Sign off and log out and shut down so we can meet up and go out and get high on fingers touching fingers and tongues pressing tongues instead of fingers pressing buttons. What I want to give to you is too large to attach, what I want to give to you can’t be uploaded or emailed or right-click-saved. Meet me so that we can remember how to connect without a router and a modem and a satellite, do it so that we don’t forget.

Just unplug for a while, ‘cause I can’t download the space between your shoulder blades and I need your back in my hands to remember how bodies work. I want to relearn your skin with an open palm, not a single finger, you know what I mean? ‘Cause what I mean is I want to touch you, not Poke you; I want to like you, not Like you; I want to love you, not Heart you. I want to live in a place void of scare quotes, of capitalized letters that inject semantics, a place void of tonal ambiguity. I want to live in a place where the space between your back exists, where it’s wire-less and not wireless, a place where I can like you in lowercase. Let me like you.

—STEPHANIE GEORGOPULOS

(Source: thoughtcatalog.com)