none of my drawings ever end up anything like the original intention i begin with. its as if the drawing itself takes over and it tells me forget about everything else, forget who you are and how you feel and what you think and where you think and why, let the swell of esotericism wash over you and  ~ just d r      a              w                                      w

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good night.

everywhere i look, i see beautiful people. maybe not in the cultured sense of the word "beautiful"; but in the raw sense of beauty. beauty in the subtle curves of a stomach straining against a cotton shirt; beauty in the rapacious stabbing nose of a sullen, weary face, embedded with crystals of drowsy indifference; beauty in the shuffling gait of the swollen, purple veined, throbbing ankles of paper and tissue, anxious yet so excruciatingly slow and cautious.

there is just so much interesting, and beautiful and intriguing that there is

the final set of three in the naked ladies at interesting angles series ~ I like seeing them as a set rather than individual, and soon I will be selling handmade limited prints of these once I get back to uni! :3

( ◐ o ◑) give dem to meeeeeee ლ(́◉◞౪◟◉‵ლ)

<3<3 CRISHCRASH

the heated exchange between moistened membranes and slanderous visual noisey tiles, and a delightful evening with dearest jack culminating in his dismemberment and the subsequent formation of some rather loquacious geometry

i won :>

much lolve from puddle n crashy! xxx <:3

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hey so like yeah here is a lickture for you my darjeeling tea cosy, for you have my dearest hummocks

the meow of peace and serendipitous-enity compells ye! =@^@=