A Question.

A voice said, Look me in the stars
And tell me truly, men of earth,
If all the soul-and-body scars
Were not too much to pay for birth.

Robert Frost
ABOUT LORN MY ART
HYPNAGOGIA

Beefin’ up my portfolio with some logo jazziness.

I hit a raccoon tonight, I’m so upset. ;___;

I gave him some cake…

BOOK! pt 2

Based on this dream.

BOOK! pt. 1

Based on this dream.

IT’S GETTING THERE AT LAST

Finally resumed work and stuff and yay

PREVIEW GOODNESS I HOPE YOU’RE LOOKING <3

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I don’t know why doodles that are supposed to relief stress are getting so sad these days…

Today I played two games called “half-ass the shit anatomy study” and “let’s see if the orange and white will last the project.”

I have a lovely face, really.

So we’re apartment hunting, right, and I’m telling Kolya about how “University Gables” is out of the question because of the price.

Then she comes back with “Yeah, what was that you said about College Gavials?”

… wat

eeeeeh I did a thing

Doing a thing.

(Basically amounts to “Why Fairuza isn’t about to take your shit.”)