last night i had a lucid dream that was a flashback to being a little kid. at the beginning of it my mum was reading to me and singing me songs. then something horrible happened but i didn’t know what cuz i was just a little kid… but i was so sad and scared. so i woke up really sad.  i don’t know what happened.  i have no memory of being that young… at least not consciously. 

I hate being tired. It makes me more contemplative.  I’m not even sure where the last week went. I think it got lost in a whirlwind of job shit and hanging out with people. story of my life, though. Maybe the sleep deprivation is what’s confusing me, then…

or pairs. but never alone ^_^

in one of those moods where i don’t want to talk to ANYONE cuz all i’ve done all day is play nice with strangers.   grr.

officially tired and cranky from too much artistic output for the day… bed time

fucking perfect~

uglyrenaissancebabies:

Girolarmo Pesce, The Martyrdom of St. Januarius

Hey, Januarius, bro! I brought you that sweet crown you asked f — oh shit. Uh. Nevermind.

(submitted by Ellie)

XD

spinosaurusaegyptiacus:

Glasswinged Butterfly

soooooo prettyyyyyy