When you see a guy messing with his perfect hair in his reflection and you are like; “no hot guy, it’s perfect don’t worry”
Sketch what I did. Started to change the pose halfway through so I stopped. But I’m quite happy with it.
Have you ever seen a human heart? It looks like a fist, wrapped in blood.Larry, Closer (2004)
wirhabenkeinezeit: this is what I’d sketched before your last message - obviously hella rough, but idea part 1
If you like, I am glad that he is dead. At the same time his loss wounds me. Why? He has taken a piece of my life with him into his death, irrevocably. And a grain of his death has scattered it’s dismaying seed within me.Death of the Adversary, Hans Keilson
This is not good. I hope that this is a bug.
So I had a job interview today, which went pretty well.
There was some group activity thing in which two members of the group had to agree to be sacrificed. I was one of the two. The other turned to me and said “Well, it’s like that Smiths song, y’know; ‘to die by your side…’”
Like, she actually quoted the same line of the same Smiths song.
Oh yeah also I totally got the job so thats rad.
From the inspiration of this, I felt that the whole e-card thing is a bit of a lazy way of making something entertaining, so I played with some fonts.
AND ANOTHER THING. THIRTY SECONDS TO MARS ARE BOLLOCKS AN’ ALL.
Just some chair and some light
Anyone else who has come off meds ever find themselves fighting the idea of going back on them?
Like, they did me a lot of good and allowed me to get the position where I didn’t need them.
But now I’m back in the sort of place where I could need them and I really really really just don’t want to be back with them.
To be more clear, part of me wants to make them a part of my life again, to use it as part of the framework of empty days, and to get the get-up-and-go from them, and another part is afraid of that dependence.
I think its part of that need not to be dependent?