Nomatophobia

for your enjoyment

floating

Have you ever dreamed not of flying, but of being so light that it’s like moving through water, and you can take a few steps onto the wall and hover around the ceiling.  These are my favorite dreams. 

Sometime’s I write things and don’t know what to do with them

He always double-tied his shoes, like my mother used to do for my brothers.  It was precautionary, like seatbelts or bubble wrap.  But he was always more like my brothers than a nervous mother.  I guess he was like them in as many ways as any man is to the little boy he once was.

                He was the first to laugh at his jokes.  The beginning of it would gurgle out of him before the line would finish.  The dangling punchline drove some people mad, but it never mattered to him.  Most of them laughed anyway.  Those who didn’t, he’d say, “are more interested in the joke than the man telling it.  When the conversation lags, they leave you in search of other entertainment.  Who wants to be a showman during a dinner party?”

                But he always did turn into the showman, the jester, the witty fool, a conjurer of conversation and crowds.  He belonged amidst a group, a quintet, a trio- never a pair.  But I had only seen him as the showman.  I hadn’t learned that he wasn’t, couldn’t, be mine, or anyone else’s for that matter.  But I was too greedy.  I was too naïve.  I was too lonely.  

watercolor surrealism I did a while back for “Hamlet”
(the skull is in wire)

watercolor surrealism I did a while back for “Hamlet”

(the skull is in wire)

mandyquesadilla:

ranyakumo:

kittykhaoss:

watashiwakat:

flynnslover:

arandominsaneperson:

holyexpletive:

lovely painter’s tapeso useful and versatilewhy so expensive 

hello random thingsyou are just hanging there likereally cool bros, man

o lovely tablet
7
5

pillow, not so soft
my butt hurts from sitting there
That is why I moved

I see the floor
And a stupid seat cushion
Where did my chair go?

oh glorious fan
rescuing me from this heat
you are my saviour

Why won’t you work lamp
We plugged you in the outlet
I think the bulb died though

fluorescent white bursts,
one… two… three.  now violet.
(moment)  again, light.

mandyquesadilla:

ranyakumo:

kittykhaoss:

watashiwakat:

flynnslover:

arandominsaneperson:

holyexpletive:

lovely painter’s tape
so useful and versatile
why so expensive 

hello random things
you are just hanging there like
really cool bros, man

o lovely tablet

7

5

pillow, not so soft

my butt hurts from sitting there

That is why I moved

I see the floor

And a stupid seat cushion

Where did my chair go?

oh glorious fan

rescuing me from this heat

you are my saviour

Why won’t you work lamp

We plugged you in the outlet

I think the bulb died though

fluorescent white bursts,

one… two… three.  now violet.

(moment)  again, light.

(Source: frontrowbitches)

A Little girl, 3 yrs. old picked up by a man driving a gray car, license plate: Quebec 72B 381. Canada. Reblog this. It could save her. The Kidnapping is recent so do it, 3 seconds will not kill you. If it were your child .

(Source: sh4wna, via mandyquesadilla)

sorry for just sketches, again.

sorry for just sketches, again.

My many attempts at drawing Shinji Hirako and one for Ichigo Kurosaki

My many attempts at drawing Shinji Hirako and one for Ichigo Kurosaki