God, I Should Totally Draw This Bitch-boy Again Sometime. I Miss His Sassy- Prince-ness👑

Here's a tiny room Tucked behind my ears And hidden in my head The person I want to be The things I want to see The books I want to read Are cluttered in that room Somewhere in my head I don't know where But There's a window And two chairs, Plants I don't recognize And paintings Of people I don't know One lamp For light It's all the- Sticks - stones - words That could ever hurt me Piled up under one roof And stacked On one shelf There's one corner I can hide in And plenty of things To hold And places to sit To think I never want to leave My little room In my head

It's 6 am, I am not tired, but I have not slept.

Been playing in my town for over the past month and after doing my dayly stuff (shaking trees, checking the stores, etc) I young out how to update to welcome amiibo...

I did.

And now my town is completely gone.

So, I have a new town, new mayor, new tent, new villagers, new area, new characters, and FUCKING NO PROGRESS, FUCK IM PISSED.

On an unrelated note I started thinking about Revolutionary Girl Utena am considering whether or not to rewatch the series and/or finally watch the movie..

Things have happened.

Just as they always will.

Things have died.

Simply from being alive.

Things have made you smile.

Same as I wish I could.

Things have made me cry.

And if I were dry wood-

I'd burn and burn and burn...

But I am not who I should-

Be, I am someone who is

Melting, maybe?

Things are spilt into pieces

Myself am barely different-

Still talking to no-one

But myself.

I think that when I do that-

I half-become somebody else.

That half is my other self

She doesn't get lost transition-

She isn't even awake.

She's sleeping- no

Dreaming

With moldy melatonin

Not doing much to keep her awake.

Things have faded.

Like old photographs-

I've never seen any.

This is the digital age-

With no more pictures of somber faces

Being plastered to the page.

Things.

...

Things have looked up-

And seen the sun

But some

Things have gone down hill-

And landed in a rut

But both of 'em

Have left me

So that I'm somewhere in between

Maybe there was a ledge I stopped on!

Or a tree in a forest green-

Did they undergrowth stop me?

I think it must've hurt-

I mean-

I'm covered in scratches

But they're from a cat.

It doesn't matter.

I mean-its just that...

"Things have died"

From being a runt-

From being too young-

From eating her litter-

Man, crying is fun.

Five months(by estimation)

Three(months by knowledge)

And 15 years-

But by then

It's all the same-

They're all:

Dead

Dead

Dead

...

Things have been...

Inconclusive.

Actually, I'm gonna stay home.

A noice drawing that took me twenty fucking minetes(which was mostly just shading).

Although, I must say: fucking worth it.

I made a friend but they hopped away

Me too!

im  dropping out of school to become a full time piece of shit

this blog hates donald trump

Look how many people hate him. I’m pretty damn happy about that 😁😁😁😁😁😁

Dat nurse 'bout to get a whole-ass redesign.

Be ready.💉👩‍⚕️🐇

Drew a bunny girl again…

I seem to like designing rabbit-based characters.

Just by going off of the fact that I have a lot of them:

-Lucy -Raina -Jinger -Aster E.B. -Mo(temp. name) -Crowin(only male rabbit based OC) -Ms Nursey(this one, also a temp. name)

Also, at least half of these are aliens of some sort or another, 🐰🌙👽