What may be blatant may be veiled, and what may be lost in vague adjectives may be conveyed as literally as seen fit ( Read more... )

I need more friends closer to my age, or at least closer to my amount of life experience.

That has been such a hard thing not to necessarily admit, but to have emphatic passion about: I like anime. I have liked anime since I was eight years old, but in all of my crude attempts at rounding myself off as a "serious artist", I shunned anime and all of its pseudo-influence. I felt like it would stunt my growth, both as an artist and as a ( Read more... )

Last night, or I suppose early this morning, I had a panic attack while in the company of my very close friends. Completely unwarranted and unfounded, as usual. We'd been laughing for hours; I was well-fed and well-rested; I was with some of the people I care about most. It didn't matter. There was no discernible reason why I could have possibly ( Read more... )

I am a halfway house of a woman ( Read more... )

You wake up in a hundreds-years-old town with limestone snow you have to chisel off the cars in the morning, and in mine I’ve got a metallic sky with a ring of soap scum. Our noses in books, always did what we were told, got all these ideas and all this trepidation, and now we tiptoe and peek out into this rock we have to inherit in scorn and ( Read more... )

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what the fuck is with everyone dying ( Read more... )

Right now I'd rather be making art than studying for my midterm in a few hours, but my fingernails have been ground to the nubs from drawing with charcoal sticks, also worn down to nubs and dust. My midterm for Anatomy for the Artist is the front and back of a skeleton, half of each covered in muscles. In addition to the skeletons, we need to ( Read more... )