Byron

betype:

I am amazed with the humility of this man.

He deserves more than just being a meme on internet. You can show your love to him backing this campaign:

Charles Ramsey

Minimalist Posters Illustrate The Insignificance Of Life’s Little Annoyances

Salí en Design Taxi .

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Facebook De Stijl.

Facebook De stijl que hice hace ratos creo que no lo tenía en este blog.

I’d rather sell hamburgers.

T-shirts coming soon…

My behance's profile

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Stupidpeople

betype:

Typographic Jokes.

(vía betype)

Y como si nada se nos va el tiempo entra las manos y pasa un año.

betype:

Exactly a year ago I post the very first image (nothing about typography) and began with this blog. Now is have grown this much. Thanks to all of you!.

Congrats to my friend Visual Graphic too who begin his tumblr the very same date

Short story:

This blog was intended to post this about design with a schedule of one discipline by day being mondays the day of Typography (the others days was for illustration, photography, industrial design, interiors, and misc) and begin with the name CELESTICA, but I left the name for another project. Then until a month ago the name was BY9 (half random and half my name), and now Betype wich its fully satisfied the needs of a name of this blog and is very descriptive and simple so I hope it won’t change.

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I touch your mouth, with one finger all the edge of your mouth, I draw it as if it came out from my hand, as if for the first time your mouth would open a little, and its enough to close my eyes to undo it all and start again, I make every time rebirth the mouth that I want, the mouth that my hand chooses and draws upon your face, a mouth chosen among all others, with sovereign liberty chosen by myself to draw with my hand in your face, and that by a random that Im not searching to comprehend matches exactly your mouth that smiles underneath the one that my hand is drawing to you.

You look at me, from close distance you look at me, each time closer and then we play the Cyclopes, we watch every time closer and the eyes get bigger, move towards each other, overlapping and the Cyclopes watch each other, breathing confused, the mouth find each other and struggle mildly, biting with the lips, barely resting tongues on teeth, playing in their own enclosures, where a heavy air comes and goes with an old perfume and a silence. Then my hands go hide in your hair, slowly stroke the depth of your hair while we kiss as if our mouths were full of flowers or fish, with lively movements and dark fragrance. And if we bite the pain is sweet, and if we drown in a brief and terrible surge of breath, that instant death is beautiful. And there is only one saliva and one flavor of ripe fruit, and I feel you tremble against me like a moon on the water.

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Fragment of Hopscotch - Julio Cortázar (via betype)

Capirucho.

Novacane.

En Google: Las pupusas son saludables y hondureñas y somo feos, indios pero guapos.

I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor. Arctic Monkeys.

La fuente que usé es LibelSuit.

Un rápido diseño que hice a Good typography

Demasiado corta para eso.