If I'm not drawing, I'm arguing with myself.
1 234

These days I just can’t seem to say what I mean. I just can’t. Every time I try to say something, it misses the point. Either that or I end up saying the opposite of what I mean. The more I try to get it right the more mixed up it gets. Sometimes I can’t even remember what I was trying to say in the first place. It’s like my body’s split in two and one of me is chasing the other me around a big pillar. We’re running circles around it. The other me has the right words, but I can never catch her.
Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman: 24 Stories (via quotes-shape-us) ←




Credit/rebloggable versions: [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] [x] 



Quick drawing I did in class


I heard it was Shark Week.

Imagine America being all jealous and protective of Lovina when anyone stares at her for just a bit too long. But Lovina just wants her dumb girlfriend to pay attention to her and forget about everyone else.

The colouring for this is pretty much done but as I was working on it, an earthquake happened O_O and it wasn’t too bad but it was still scary because I’m a scaredy cat.

Anyway my friend convinced me to draw these two (which didn’t take much convincing…)

I swear drawing these two at the beach is my favourite thing to do, but I never actually finish the drawings…


my hobbies include thinking about drawing instead of actually drawing and then getting mad at myself


i refuse to be shamed for having a body. i refuse to get embarrassed when a tampon falls out of my purse or spend a whole day anxious about if someones going to notice that i forgot to shave a patch of leg hair. i wasnt put on this earth to spend my time apologizing for my existence and i refuse to let anyone make me feel like i have to waste my energy on all that petty shit