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Extreme UpdateOkay, I know I said I would make a single journal for every month....but this news deserves it's own journal.
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Saturday was a very eventful day for me. Extremely eventful....but...it was also the best day of my fucking life.
At around 1, my mother recieved a phone call, and I had yet to peak my head out of the bed. I could hear her talking on the phone, and she sounded panicked. Then, out of nowhere, she knocks on my door and tells me to get up.....before going back and pacing like hell in the living room. I stood there, in my sleeping outfit of booty shorts and a tank top, before she turned to look at me, and I noticed she was crying. She frowned and told me to go get dressed, so I threw some decent clothes on and came back to the living room.
By this time I was worried sick. Had someone died? Had there been an accident? I didn't know, and she still wasn't off the phone....
Then I realized she was talking to a doctor. And the thought....finally occurred to me....this w
31 Days of Halloween (Please read everything)(( Note: This first part was posted on my FB, so it was more directed towards that.))
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Hello! I'm back again with a plan for 31, yes 31, consecutive videos all next month. Next month is possibly my favorite month outside of my own birth-month. Why? Halloween.
I'm looking for people to help me create 31 subjects to draw for all next month. Traditional and digital. If you can, please feel free to drop some ideas for me, unlimited opportunities but I'm only choosing 31 subjects.
~Please avoid giving me something general in the normal Halloween sense(i.e. skeleton, with, pumpkin, jack-o-lantern, mummy, etc.).
~Feel free to use canon characters from CreepyPasta, Hetalia, Homestuck, Free!, PewDiePie(Amnesia only please), SuperWhoLock, animes or Halloween-based legends/stories(i.e. Nightmare Before Christmas, Sleepy Hollow, Dracula, etc.).
~If there is anything you'd like me to draw but you don't
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Last night, I dreamt of us.
We were together on a mountaintop,
I was sitting on the edge,
With my legs dangling above the bottomless pit,
With a lone, white chrysanthemum in my hand as I pull the petals from the stem.
While you were standing above me, looking on, languidly,
None of us wanting to say anything,
My own mental battle sewing my lips to one another,
Unable to speak,
While you were probably trapped within your own mental depths;
In my mind, I was debating between venting and jumping,
Simply over the fact I didn’t know what that look was in your eyes,
But I think that’s probably the point, that we’re no longer of the same kind,
Maybe I changed into something I’m unaware of, maybe you were the one to transform,
But I don’t get the same feel of what used to be,
This is foreign to me,
An unapologetic feeling of extreme apathy,
And that is the unfortunate reality of this situation,
No matter how long