Browsing Category: misc

mermaid blur - ACEO sketch graphics

a truth you didn’t believe

is a lie in reverse

Mouthful - ACEO artist trading card - gothic, dark, twisted, and weirdly angled

There’s really no middle ground with you

“Either you don’t care at all or you care a hundred and crazy percent.”

“WHAT ELSE IS THERE? … Now saddle up and say goodbye to common sense =D”

I miss Better Off Ted.

curiouser & curiouser - purple trees, green grass, photo manipulation by catherine akens

some things only exist when you’re not looking for them

she was always dreaming and thinking odd things and could not herself remember any time when she had not been thinking things about grown-up people and the world they belonged to. she felt as if she had lived a long, long time.

pen sketch of girl with big lips

a dream is an answer to a question we haven’t yet learned how to ask

In the wake of healing brokenness, I find myself extremely distracted by a brain that goes in circles on the same highly fueled subject. UHG.

black and white

Nothing but an echo

things aren’t always so black and white, or so they say. sometimes things are ink blotty and bleeding through the edges. the people that surround us, whether they be friends or strangers, pose as reflections – a way to see ourselves mirrored, or projected. helps us improve or grow or move on to become. just [...]

bad dreams - enhanced sketch of kara (the teacher)

if it t’were you, t’would be… t’werrific

I had a dream, no, a nightmare, about buying eggs and milk and then having no place to put them in my fridge. Not entirely sure what that means, but I’ve had lots of nightmares lately, and not nearly enough sleep. You know the dreams you get while you’re sick? All distorted, weirdly colored, and [...]

psycho semi-dead evil monkey sketch

I believe that’s the dance of a brave little toaster

There’s this method for meditation which may or may not help ease a tension headache. You light a candle and sit with it in the middle of a darkened room. You stare at the flickering flame and let your mind wander or phase out or fizzle. Fizzle is a funny word. Reminds me of lattes. [...]

if you're filled with affection

if you’re filled with affection

you’re too shy to convey… meditate my direction. feel your way… My life’s soundtrack is basically one guilty pleasure song after another. I’ve decided that my happy ending needs to have a magical flying car with a hopping/dancing/ceremonial send-off to boot. First, I need to learn to be fearless, and then maybe the happy, hopping [...]

through the splintered trees

carry on my wayward son

there’ll be peace when you are done,
lay your weary head to rest,
don’t you cry no more.