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S U S C R I B E to the N E W S L E T T E R



Topographe is a celebration of art and the creative minds that produce it. Head to the about page for more information. Join the conversation: topographeblog@gmail.com











I finished a hand typed print order, I’ll mail it out tomorrow. I love making these, typing on the card stock, scouring thrift stores for frames. These are made with a lot of love. If you’d like to own one yourself, you can place an older here. 

I finished a hand typed print order, I’ll mail it out tomorrow. I love making these, typing on the card stock, scouring thrift stores for frames. These are made with a lot of love. If you’d like to own one yourself, you can place an older here. 

atwoodmag: Calling for original written word submissions for Atwood Magzine’s second issue. On the themes of white snowfall mornings, new beginnings, cold hands, and quiet moments, among others. Original, unpublished poetry and prose, please email submissions to anna@atwoodmagazine.com. Submit work to the magazine I work on! I’m collecting poetry and prose submissions. I know you guys write beautifully, I see those anonymous stories you send me. 

atwoodmag:

Calling for original written word submissions for Atwood Magzine’s second issue. On the themes of white snowfall mornings, new beginnings, cold hands, and quiet moments, among others. Original, unpublished poetry and prose, please email submissions to anna@atwoodmagazine.com.

Submit work to the magazine I work on! I’m collecting poetry and prose submissions. I know you guys write beautifully, I see those anonymous stories you send me. 

So I was at my old high school last night, and let me tell you something:

When you spend the majority of your time somewhere, it becomes your world. High school is your world during high school, but it is not the world at large. Things that seemed so important during that time became faded and disappeared as I gained perspective. I felt like a completely different person walking into that school last night, unrecognizable from the person I was during my high school years. I’m sure it’s the same in college; college is my world now, with its own blinders and mis-ideas. Just remember, things change. It’s the only thing you can count on, really: change. If you love high school, keep in mind that there is so much more out there. If you hate high school, take hope in that there is so much more out there. Your world, and your frustration or happiness with that world, is conditional on it being the present, on you being there, now. But the present is ever shifting. If you can find peace in change, you can weather any situation. Nothing lasts, good or bad, nothing.