half of you says you're not nearly ready and the other half says make her yours forever

*my desk is really a lot messier than this

i want to shave my head
and not study anymore
but here i sit studying
my hair silently growing

SPOOKY GHOSTS

feeling like all my drawings are coming out very uninspired
just the same pretty girls who look unimpressed
so i just sat doodling a bunch of ghosts

hangovers, shitty sex, broken hearts

if there's one thing you could have done
to make me let you go, you've done it.
so i guess i should thank you.
you made getting over you easy.

the most personal and coincidently goriest piece i've ever done

< 3

i don't want to let you go, but it hurts my hands to hold to the rope

bad pictures because i lost my camera battery charger
generally, i'm doing really well. it's going to be a good couple of days.
mmm...not much else to say
<3

pickle chips

i like you better this way, sleeping beauty.


i pride myself on taking my own path in life and yet,
i feel like i'm always holding back.
maybe i just need something to chalk my failures up to..

save for a few of those late night episodes
missed opportunities, "i don't cares"
there's not much i feel obliged to share
or talk about

my painting up at a show

maybe i'll sleep when i'm dead

done the 3 projects due this week. still have got a bunch of stuff to get done. still having nightmares. stay still.

she said she said

why don't you just drop dead?

hold back my nightmares with your hands
say my name in the dark until i recall i am safe
(francesca lia block)

i've been having nightmares pretty much every night for a little over week now. haven't got a clue as to why.

just a means to escape all the pain all the suffering

everything is beautiful and nothing hurts

the more things changes, the more they stay the same

excerpts from the sketch book i just finished and my sketch book from almost 2 years ago


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the drugs that Im taking are keeping me down

wake

deus ex machina.
fidelity.
ghosts.
skinny love.


reading silent hill omnibus (1) and North 40. i'm in for some nightmares i think

the opposite of blindness

those moments that you are torn between wanting to share with the world and wanting to keep to yourself

Illustration Friday: Giant

Giant Squid

underwater

Illustration Friday: satellite

fox

the nurse

my wolf

I'm pulling teeth,
Just to know your name.
And I'm growing my hair.
Cause I've been told
That you like it better
With an oh so sweet dose of honesty.
I'll plant you the seeds of a tree,
So you can start your climb away from me.
Cause nobody likes a liar like do.

This is the boy who cried wolf,
Too many times before, too many times before.
This is the boy who cried wolf,
And he is not one to be counted on.

You ignore what they say
As I do honest things.
We've got to hand ourselves in,
We've got to hand ourselves in.

You have cried too many times
When there's nothing in the field.
I'll always hate you for this,
I'll always hate you for this.

your always chasing after deer

You're always chasing after deer
Oh my dear, oh my dear
And through the meadow I can hear
My fears, oh my fears