december things

It's been a while since I've done these. I've completely forgotten about them, plus most of my motivation is gone and I've been repeating the same stuff over and over again. Over-sized sweater and skinny jeans + random shoes appropriate for the weather. I can't believe that it's already mid-December and Christmas is around the corner.

December

It's been over a month since I've done one of these! So much for consistency. Ah well, to be honest I've been dressing like a bum lately anyhow. December is here! Time flies by so quickly.

l'esprit de escalier

l'esprit de escalier:

the feeling you get after a conversation, when you think of the things you should of said

Grimace

This was a quick speed paint that reminded me of how fun painting was. I'd gotten sucked into the vortex of quick lineart and cell-shading this year. I was in a very odd mood when I painted this not too long ago. Not a good or bad mood really, just odd. And this was just an odd use of color that I wanted to try. But now I'm leaning a bit toward more depressed and now that I look at this, it looks a lot more depressing.

Experimented with color and highlights.

Abulia

ABULIA is a state in which an individual seems to have lost will or motivation.

Abulia is not a separate condition; rather, it is a symptom associated with various forms of brain injury. It may occur in association with a variety of conditions, including stroke, brain tumor, traumatic brain damage, bleeding into the brain, and exposure to toxic substances.

Past

It's a beautiful thing that we can learn, and create memories. It can also work against us of course; one of the ways being bias. As we all walk around, we probably don't think about it, but we walk around thinking of ourselves as our own person. We each have our own unique past, upbringing that that has played a part into who we are today, who we were, and who we will be. However, it's always possible that when we meet someone, this has been all dashed to pieces. We've all been through this at one point or another, reminding someone of someone else, or meeting someone that reminds you of someone from your own past. Maybe someone special. Someone you didn't like. Someone you were once close to. Someone you once loved.

This little tidbit that we all know was basically brought on because I'm experiencing it and I can't seem to get over how blatantly biased I am. I remind someone of somebody else and I met someone who reminds me of someone else. I try my best to meet everyone with a clean slate, because people are full of surprises but, this one is...just...so prominent. :| I feel like I'm not being fair to the person at all and I can't help it. Not for a lack of trying though. Only remedy is to get to know them better, so I guess I'll just get to that. Meanwhile, here's a little sketch that I am actually rather fond of for once:

This actually turned out the way I envisioned within my mind pretty well, hopefully it remains that way as I gradually work my way through painting it. Like many people, characters may be based off ourselves or people we know, or have known. In this case, the man resembles someone I once knew. I didn't realize it at first but I now I see it the subtle resemblance. He's been floating around in my head for a little while and I'm still struggling to come up with a name for him. Perhaps Leonard, or Armand, or...most like Mason. But we'll see.

10.09.10

I went around walking in Pasadena the past weekend. It was a very short-lived walk. The shorts are so awesome, that is all I can say, I can fit everything I need and then some in my pockets. Walking around purse-less is a beautiful feeling. Life is weird, and the weather is even stranger.

Today, I got up and drove to school at 8AM only to happen upon one lone classmate. Who aptly replied at my presence: "You know class was cancelled today, right? I'm just here to do homework." Yeah, I totally forgot. skfd;agsddlk;lk Not complaining though!

Random thought of the day: Everything we create ultimately tries to imitate life. Open to interpretation, I myself, am not so sure what it means anymore. It's nice to remember these random things that come to mind once in a while, as more often than not, I find myself with nothing to say. Worrisome.

10.06.10

I like the way this came out, though I'm pretty sure if the pants weren't a mint color, I wouldn't like it as much. The mint makes it.

10.05.10

Hrmmm, weather's been a tad ridiculous lately, the end of summer draws near and as if to make it's exit a brilliant memory the temperature shoots up to three digits, then somehow cools down and rains. Hence the happy fall wear above, then...well, you'll see over the other posts, the weather begins to warm up again to a summer level. I've been into these neutral/pastel-y colors lately.

I've been doodling a lot more, which is good. But the bad side is that I've really been doodling more only to avoid math hw. Ah, joy of procrastination. Gotta try to scan some of those in. And paint. Must paint paint paint while the ideas are fresh in my head.

I've also really been a bum lately. Couldn't care enough to put some effort into how I dress, I guess that what two math classes and a life drawing class will do to you.

09.12.10

I do believe this is the first time that I've worn a skirt since...I was what? I can't even remember the last time I wore a skirt. Good grief, and also I decided to wear this to a Harujuku/Japanese streetstyle lolita event. Hahahha, so many people were in bright neon colors, heavy taffeta and gauze and glitter, then there was I, a la pioneer milk maid in consistent pastel colors and cotton. Ah, I felt so under dressed for the occasion, but I don't think there was much else I could wear that would've made the heat emanating from the mass of people bearable other than shorts. There were a lot of well dressed people! Costumes galore with their best polished shoes put forward. Ah well, what's done is done. Perhaps next time I'll put a little more effort.

09.03.10

School has started and I'm off to an incredibly shaky start with only two math classes. Math classes. Of all things. There are times such as now where I wonder in the point of school, and how seriously I take my own education. Which..isn't very. Psychology is interesting enough and like many other students out there, it will just have to do. Haven't not touched math or glanced over a math problem in two years is posing to be a bit of a challenge. Oops! Ah well.

I'm wary of trying to get into another art class. My skill does always improve each time, but as skill increases in class, I always stop drawing on my own. The exploration stops whenever I step into a classroom. Hmmmm. Decisions, decisions.

Here's a doodle. This past summer, I've managed to familiarize myself with sketching and doodling in my sketchbook once more. I'm going to start a project that I had long ago been flirting with...like..when I was in middle school long ago. Oh well, by now it's already been done by a hugeeee artist, Stanley Lau. Ffft. Better late than never though, eh? It will be stylistic exploration in portraying the same one or two characters. I will attempt to push my own limits, and even emulate other styles I admire, or just find plain contradictory. The one above was a warm-up for color. It also doubles as a huge characterization project, so that I can maintain a sort of consistency. Derp.

You Can't Haz It

Man, I forgot how lame uploading images onto Blogger directly is. Meh, oh well. Hahaha, silly doodle, semi portrait of self. It is now proudly my new stupid ID at DA.

08.25.10

Didn't think this was anything special really, in terms of clothing, but hey, my friend totally digs it so hey, why not? Here it is. Been in the urge to draw cartoons recently which hopefully explains the variation in style here. So far, for the past week the weathers gone insane and jumped up to the 90s and it's been too hot to even think about going out. I finally crawled out last night to meet up with some fellow interns for dinner. So those are chopsticks in the background if you can't tell (super super lame, I know) because I actually went out to eat Taiwanese food which is a rare occasion. Honestly, the hardest part about dressing these days is the weather.

Also insomnia creeps in on my these days, and the night before I didn't sleep at all, yet other days I want to sleep for a hundred years and going... x_x. Terrible.

Also, a doodle. I really don't like the overall way it came out, feels too wishy-washy. I wanted to do it in one style, then another then ended up drawing in some other way entirely. Then the coloring...blah. But I do like the overall personality/feeling projected by it. I'll give it another go in the future.

08.15.10

A day later, this is looking a little crappier than I had remembered. Oh well, at least it's...rather...solid? Mmmm, I tried to sketch a beach house. While standing in the ocean. Yes, it was the best view and no, I could not see it if I stood on the sandy shore.

07.31.10

Finally busted out this maxi dress. Should've earlier, it's pretty comfortable, and strangely warm. Hmm, who've figured?

07.17.10

Beach day, with supah vtg. short shorts and a ratty t-shirt. Alright day. And my legs are blue because I wore some super sheer blue stockings...haha, not just because I happened to change my mind midway the picture and decided to shade in blue.

07.25.10

It was a non-movie day today. Missed two showings (for Inception and Despicable Me!), all for food. Haha. What else would it be? Grabbed dinner, and made cupcakes for the first time! But alas, it's no surprise they are too sweet for my tastes, I realize that I dislike frosting very from the can. Sugar overloooad. It's too bad my oven's broken, otherwise I think I'd try my hand at baking. Would just love to get my hands on some marzipan and shape things.

Wore patriotic colors today, even with stripes! If only it were the 4th of July...

07_13_10 & Toystory 3

Waking up early (early...being used loosely here) for class minimizes my chances of putting effort into the way I look. So today, I actually tried. And it was soooo hot today! I melted. Also, I just realized that everything sans shoes and sunglasses are vintage/thrifted, and that the entire outfit probably cost less than $20. Sweet.

And I just watched Toystory 3! It was cute! I really really really love the floppy flailing limbs of Woody whenever he pulls the amazing acrobatic moves that get him out/in of shenanigans. Sooo amusing. Somehow has got to show me that in slo-mo and upload it onto YouTube. haha I was never really a big fan of Toystory, and didn't understand why everyone looooved it so much, but I've watched all three of the movies now, and it's grown on me. I think part of the reason is because I feel that out of most of their works, this animation had a lot more emotional depth, dealing with loss, change, wants, and of course, duty. And I just remembered, I've been referred to a toy a few times by people I've known. Hmm. Funny, no?

Wrinkly

Yeah, pretty much. I get ridiculously exhausted (and I mean, seriously, exhausted) around 6-8pm these days. Like...what? I get tired whether I eat dinner or not, or whether I get 3 hours of sleep or 9. And I feel like I should fast foward my life till I'm old and wrinkly, and it'd match my weird feelings right now with life. Live with my retirement fund, have my old achy bones creak all the time, and knit stuff for my grandkids. Just want to be content, have simple food on the table, watch the sun rise, clean a bit, read a few good books and watch some sweet movies...watch things grow.

Hahaha, man life is interesting. All my feelings before of needing to be somewhere new have completed vanished now that it's just my father and I. All..completely vanished. Hmmm.

element dream

It was a night or two ago, so I've lost quite a bit of it. But I dreamt a rather elaborate dream that morning of 4th of July, well at least according to my memory.

I was on another planet, residing in a human civilization freshly implanted there for testing the planet's conditions. It was no where near as glamorous as Avatar, and the planet was rather similar to ours perhaps slightly duller, lots of greys, browns, a few greens. Maybe it was the constant dull weather. There was a lot of rust too. Rusting buildings and corridors and hallways.

In a forest, I encountered three behemoths of epic size and majesty. Giants, they were in were a mass of element; be it wind, water, and fire. They bore a head similar to a fox, elongated snouts and slivers of eyes. The wind travelled between the water and fire, turning black from ash by the fire then turning grey from ice and steam let of by the water.

The most vivid detail I remember is how the giant fire creature moved. It hardly moved like fire, quick and erratic. But like a viscous liquid, slow and deliberate as the trees it passed through burned and blackened.

Like thick honey, it burned.

06_29_10

Warm, simple day. Had my religious studies class in the morning (I've got Hinduism on the brain now, reincarnation is something that I've always found interesting) then met up with a friend for some pho. Like I said, warm, simple day.

Another new style. After playing with the angular and strong thick lines, now I'm into thin wispy lines with gentle curves and minimal shading while somehow still depicting form. Meh. I think this minimal shading/highlighting thing came out a lot better on my first attempt but oh well. I'm finally able to draw my weird loafer/creeper creamy mint shoes without them being too deformed! Yay for that. Man, heels are so much easier to draw.

6_28_10

Really light and airy shirt. It's medieval yet fantastical like a fairy all at once. The ridiculously gigantic collar remind of me wings, which is one of the best things about it of course. I think this is probably one of my favorite illustrations so far, other than my cyber soft one. I'm rather pleased with the outcome and overall feeling it gives off.

"He could not be mistaken. There were no other eyes like those in the world. There was only one creature in the world who could concentrate for him all the brightness and meaning of life. It was she."

- Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

This quote has totally turned me into a sappy sap again. And reminded me of the sheer awe and wonder one experiences when in love. I almost miss it.

06_24_10

Hmmm. Return of the high-waisted, stripey shorts. Decided on a gigantic semi-shirt to go with it. And actual bare legs! Wow, it's been a while, totally felt self-conscious with bare legs. I looove you my dear tights/stockings.

Little thought that occurred to me the other day:

Why haven't condoms been turned into an insult yet? Since most of our insults surround sex in general, I wonder why condoms have been left out. No one screams out angrily "YOU'RE SUCH A USED CONDOM!!!"

But, you can scream that you're a douche. Which is...somewhat similar (I'm stretching this, I know) to the condom. Kind of. In how you're emptying bodily fluids from your sex into it. Hmm.

Ah, well it's not like we need more words to curse people with anyway.

sjdjkads

Headaches, abdomen cramps, strange days of no hunger at all, to extreme hunger....these days I have been feeling unwell. However, I will limit my bitching about my physical deficiencies on here because this is leading me to a point. I think.

Seeing as this is the modern day of science, I finally got tired of waiting these messes out, and took two ibuprofen pills to ease my irritating pains. And now I sit here typing feeling much better and much closer to my normal self. On an outward appearance, it's so strange to look at it. Two little pills, smaller than a segment of my pinky finger, can bring me relief. Granted, it is not only the size to factor, but the content that really makes the difference, but nonetheless in terms of quantity...it is so very small in comparison to the size of my body. Yet it can make such a difference.

I find that the power in such small chemical things like this that the impossible has been made possible. This is the closest that I can believe the small human hero defeated a bohemouth beast of epic proportions. This is how one person can change the world, whether for good or for bad.

Funky Mod

Found these shorts at Goodwill. A dark forest green + navy, striped, and very high waist-ed I liked them immediately. But now, I'm not sure how to wear these things, so I'm playing around. This is one of the possible ways I've come up with, paired with another thrifted simple silk blouse, some brown tights, and funky ankle boots. Totally reminded me of the 70's.

Cyber Soft

Can't keep to doing things in one style...oh well. Maybe next time I'll get back into that rare painterly mood. For now, I stick to the beauty of lines and shapes.

Bleh

I find myself incredibly restless these days. Nothing is satisfying enough. I don't even know what I want, yet I just keep wanting and wanting.

doodle

I think it's been way too long since the last time I've painted something. Haven't had the heart or will too really. But hey, a doodle's a good start.

Mine are bigger than yours.

A bit late. Oh well. This is me attempting to be badass. With sunglasses that are bigger than yours.

Anyhoo, I think this also happens to double while expressing my anti-social mood, all dark colors, plain...and especially these robo-cop sunglasses. Bright shoes though...just because I don't think I could handle an all black outfit and was in some desperate need of color. Plus, having that anti-social moment, I'd much rather you focus on my feet than my face. ...Makes sense, right?

Theater.

What is the social stigma against being alone?

Tonight, I had an entire theatre to myself. Tuesday night, understandable and almost expected. But after this crazy week of being alone, I think I had a strange epiphany whilst sitting in that theatre all by myself. It was like the epitome of being alone. Sloughing through civilian life while feeling like shit and feeling alone is completely different than feeling alone and being completely physically literally alone. Especially in a place where there are usually so many people.

The theatre.

And only me.


It was a little surreal. Dark, dingy. Just me. Alone. A whole ambiance came alive in that room. The silence emphasizing my thoughts. A part of me reached for the phone and wanted to call someone, to fill this...this...alone-ness (not loneliness). But...the silence took over, and I put the phone away, and got comfortable as I could in this empty theatre. Sat, leaned back and was myself. Not what I was feeling before I entered the theatre. Not the frustration, the sadness, the confusion, or the damn longing. Just me.

What does it matter?

It doesn't matter anymore.

maiden

Still been feeling weird lately. So I drew some stuff. I plan for this to be part of a triptych series of...oil/acrylic on canvas perhaps. Hopefully I stick to it and pull it off.

05_06_10

...My new favorite sweater. It reminds me of a doily, and I wear it feeling like a grandmama. A slutty one at that, with short shorts and sheer tights. Hahaha. It's got these scalloped edges that are kind of completely awesome, and is actually very..."holey" and good for warm weather. The gentlest of breezes can blow by and I can feel it through this sweater.

Sound

Melting and feeling to music when I can't afford to...bliss. I think this is where I finally make my decision between vision and hearing, that if it came down to it, I would rather be able to hear than see. Despite not being able to draw and drink in all the beautiful things...I realize that no matter how beautiful something may be, nothing so beautiful can affect me as a good song can. No painting or sculpture can draw me in so well, no beautiful landscape can bring me as much peace as an enchanting music. Nothing can cast me under such a heavy spell as the feeling of the human voice.

Daily doodle thang. Random jacket design???
I really haven't a clue.

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Right now, I'm stuck in a writer's block for my Creative Writing class. The assignment is to write a short story, but I'm at a loss as to what topic to even use. I realize that most of the inspiration/motivation for me start a drawing is to create and convey sort sort of feeling or space. It's safe to say that I do the same in my writing. But now I'm truly at a loss of what to write about. I suppose I'm too distracted by the aspects of my future and simply nothing comes to mind of what I want to convey. What do I want to convey to the reader? What do I want them to feel?

Hell, how do I even feel? What do I want? What do I feel?


Blah. I think I'll end up rewatching Miyazaki's 'Castle in the Sky' for the sake of some sort of creative stimulation. Best of luck to myself and everybody else out there working toward finding what they want in life.

Great Weather makes a great outing.

A rare diary entry for once about what I did today:
The weather today was FANTASTIC; sunny, warm, windy to cool you off, and I am so glad that I'd been outside for the majority of the day with some friends. My day started early around 7:30 in the morning, where a failed attempt at going to shoot some arrows at an archery center in Pasadena failed and turned into a morning with dim sum (which I haven't had in AGES, and was nice to have), then off to the Getty Center (with the pristine white of every surface GLEAMING IN THE SUNLIGHT, and the fantastic chill in the air from the wind) was brilliant. Pretty plants (yes, cacti and general desert species can be pretty), and beauuutiful paintings was a sight for mine sore eyes. God, beautiful paintings. I am sure that I am not the only one who is rendered in a quiet silent awe whenever looking at them.

Then after, we hit Santa Monica beach for a quick visit. A curious thing that occurred at the beach. The the shoreline was covered in ladybugs! After a little research, I found that this actually does happen from time to time, as the ladybugs travel according to a certain wind current, and if that current happens to lead to the shoreline...then the ladybugs get blown in and simply run out of land. =/ So that explains all the lady bugs. My friend rescued approximately five ladybugs and resumed talking out loud to them and looking like a hallucinating lunatic. I rescued one very very very chill ladybug (that I named Eduardo) that rested on the same spot on my hand for a good ten minutes or so before we had to leave. I plucked him off and placed him on a fence a good deal farther away from the shoreline and wished him the best of luck before departing.

Everything was impromptu, so I barely managed a chance to grab a pair of shorts to change into on the way, and much less, shave my legs for the utterly random beach visitation. Haha, but I promise that I do shave my legs. And to not traumatize anymore innocent passerby's in the future.

4_28_10

sva

My semi-exaggerated reaction from getting accepted into SVA. Double win-win as this also counts as some more expression practice.

And...there is actually hope for me. Dear god, there is a little hope.

tears on fire

Yeah, so I still kind of suck at drawing expressions..........working on it. I also really need to work on my life. But damn, you know, that'll come later.

Well, I'm already 20.

At odds with myself.

Erm...okay, so I didn't really wear this today. It was a damn 80 degrees! But...I just felt like drawing hats and scarves. Oh well.

4_22_10

Still attempting to give this blog a raison d'etre. Perhaps this will turn into a what-i-wore/daily-sketch blog??? This will be quite a challenge for myself though. Hmmm.

Outfit parcels, if anyone happens to be interested:
Sheer vintage scarf, vtg liz clairborne sweater, thrifted D&G pants, justin roper boots, plastic shopping bag that contained my delicious baguette. Mmm, best part of the outfit. Yum.

An Eastern Ballad

I speak of love that comes to mind:
The moon is faithful, although blind;
She moves in thought she cannot speak.
Perfect care has made her bleak.

I never dreamed the sea so deep,
The earth so dark; so long my sleep,
I have become another child.
I wake to see the world go wild.

Allen Ginsberg

Coffee Me

I am not sure how I came to be such an avid coffee drinker. I remember that when I first tried it as a child, I hated it. It was bitter and foul, and I piled on so much condensed milk that it would no longer dissolve. Even then, I don't think I liked it. But I kept on drinking it anyway. It was different from all the soda, despite having the same coloration as coke, and the far most distant cousin of all the juices I'd drank. Maybe it's because of that, coffee became one of the first steps in life where I taught myself to do things despite hating them. Coffee was the tip of my small bitter lesson. Life is full of things you don't want to do, but end up doing anyway, either through social circumstance, expectations or because it has been ingrained within you that it must be done. So my child self drank it, already well bought into the idea of mind over matter without being aware of it, and drank. And drank. And drank, believing that the more I drank I would learn to like it.

Well, seeing as how much I like it now, it must've worked.

Coffee is something that I've taught myself to like. It's flavor is still bitter, but I've learned to relish it's bite. It's a rich, heavy aroma that I've come to love that nothing could ever compare with. Teas, in general may be just as strong but it has different qualities that could personally, never win me over coffee completely. Coffee is something that I will always end up going back to, no matter how long I may tire of it.

Sing

Right now, I honestly feel as if singing has that whole new quality of catharsis magic that I've lost in my art.

Just...sing.

Raw

You'd think that I'd learn my lesson from writing a post fresh from feeling some raw emotion. In general, it is only when I feel something negative that I pour it out into words, or into a drawing...because despite how true my feelings may be on in those words, or in that picture I always regret it. Always. I've leafed through a few of my old drawings, and my old vents. ...Though there is a quality that I cannot describe within them...that keeps them fresh. Perhaps it is because a part of myself truly resides in those words, those lines and scribbles. It is real and raw and alive in it's creation and still remains so very much. But still, it is not something I am proud of. For it only reminds me of my sadness, and that that, whatever that may be, came from me. That depression. It was torn and it was desperate. And it was small. And cowering. And most definitely, in pain.

I think in iterating this, one of the biggest fears is that it most likely is still there.

You'd think I'd learn my lesson from writing these things, yet here I am again. Feeling bitter and lonesome. Writing.

Another Love Song

Why are there so many love songs? Love, love, love. It seems that we are a nation obsessed. Actually, there are plenty of sex songs two. The line between the two seem to have been blurred within the media.

Not that that is necessarily a bad thing, I mean there certainly worse things to obsess over. But it makes me wonder about the state of things. The focus. Romantic love has been around since man. To go so far as to say it is the invention of man, would be tricky and stepping into a sticky situation. (I'd rather not step into defining love and whether or not animals are capable of romantic love or not). But the point of my wonderment is that I wonder how all this came to be. You can state evolution, and the standpoint of looking for the perfect mate, but I..don't think that necessarily explains all of it. How did it get so twisted into finding the one? The soul mate. Your other half? When did we become a people born with half souls? Mmmm, I'm rambling...

Romantic Refuge?

I have recently taken up to wandering around aimlessly. Okay, so that really isn't all truth, I have always wandered around aimlessly. I'm full of wanderlust. But this time it's a little different. This time it mostly happens with me behind the wheel, driving through the winding roads of the small hills of residential areas not too far from my own home. There is something charming about living on a small street, a closely knit neighborhood...with a view of the city below. Not too grand, not too spectacular, nothing near glamorous really...but there certainly is a charm. And it's the best that I've known. The higher, and the closer knit the trees/houses/buildings are, the more content I am.
Truthfully, I am hoping to find some little niche that I can call my own and just...be at. A sort of little refuge or secret place that you always hear about in movies and stories. A small intimate space that the hero or heroine can escape to. It's a little romantic too, I realize. But hey, whatever. I rarely get into romantic things, either romantic as we mean today or Romantic in the literary sense. Personally, I highly doubt that I will ever succeed in find this little niche. I doubt that even a place exists here. But...I can't help it anyway. I drive endlessly and wander in hopes of finding something anyway, as the meter of my gas tanks drops lower and lower with every twist and turn...

I still look around every corner in hopes that I'll find something.

Pen & Paper

Despite being much happier now than I was younger, there are some things that I envy about my younger self from the past. One of these key things was how I was able to rely on, and express myself through drawing, writing, and whatever other mediums possible. I found peace in painting, and it was more than enough. It calmed my soul, and whatever troubles plaguing me would steadily dissolve into something much more approachable. If I had to really say, being able to draw helped me a lot through my depression and it did so many things for me then...that I wished it still had the same effect now. Now I can only pick up a pencil to copy something, which is just as artistic in many ways, but also...in my opinion, a strangely removed experience. It is almost grows with a business-like quality for me. Enough pleasantness in which I generally like what I'm doing, but...given the choice of how I would spend my free-time, I'd much rather spend it doing something else.

"I have a pen and paper to keep me company."

Those are the words of my younger self, quite a few years ago. How...depressingly nostalgic, as I recall saying this to a dear friend who tried to reach out to me. I truly believed those words then, and when I spoke them then, they were true. Indeed, they were true. But unfortunately, years later, I am now eating my own words because the pen and paper are not enough. And I sit here and struggle, trying to grasp and fit into the old skin of my past, hoping to get the same feeling of beautiful catharsis.

start.

not entirely sure what I created this blog for. but I'm sure that I'll figure something out as time passes.

Edit: I possibly created this blog just to use the header that I created but cannot use on Deviantart. Hurrah for finally using it!