an old piece, posting anyways
Also, my apologies for all the message I haven’t answered yet, I’m terrible but I will reply!
I feel like reblorbing because no one I follow has reblorged this and as a tumblonian it is my duty to do the thing.
the janitor at the junior high drew these in the cafeteria oh my god
WHY IS HE A JANITOR
Because he has a degree in art.
Cat replying at the meowing mobile.
My heart! It sounds so concerned, like “are you in there, tiny cat? Why aren’t you coming out of there?”
It is so adorable.
I think that ringtone is a kitten calling for it’s mom. Our cat used to do something similar every time kittens came on the TV and started meowing - she’d come running into the room like: “BABIES?! Ohmygod, babies? Where are they? Are they okay? Are they my babies? Babies?”
I just played this and ALL FOUR of my cats came in and started meowing and pawing at my speakers. IT WAS TOO ADORABLE.
Personal Stuff.
Very Very Heavy. Some of you know, but if you don’t, I warn you, this is much much more heavy than anything I ever posted and hopefully more than I will ever post again.
These next few months, maybe even years are going to be very rough for my family.
I haven’t even read Berserk and there is no reason for me to have this but I want it anyway because it’s cool.
That is sexy
Sometimes I draw. Sometimes I draw other people’s characters… this time I’m sure what I’ve drawn is so far removed from the original design that I have an entirely new beast.
One day I will have my scanner back, it will be a good day.
Tumblog
Decided this blog will be personal with some art. I tagged almost all 62 of my posts, reblogs are tagged, art is tagged, textposts are all tagged so that anyone passively following me for art can filter out all bullshit.
Hokay I need to breathe
My level of self esteem fluctuates too wildly. I am both painfully aware and totally in denial of the fact that it’s okay to like things that people on the internet dislike.
Some days I can listen to Linkin Park without a hint of irony, on the same playlist as Jimmy Buffet and Meatloaf.
Other days I am paralyzed by fear that telling anyone that I actually enjoy watching the Ang Lee HULK movie would result in some sort of instant implosion of the universe… okay, the threat of implosion is an exaggeration, but the FEELING in the same magnitude of intensity is there.
I am probably just emotionally unstable.
God I want a hug. No, it’s not okay to ask for things, I might sound needy.
BUT I NEED A HUG.
DAMMIT ME, PULL MYSELF TOGETHER, I’M EMBARRASSING MYSELF
