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Ms. Marvel #7

”His tufts of black hair stuck up in curls like baby bat wings.”


"the beatles were the best band to ever live" 

lol …. ok….the jonas brothers though? 


i saw midsummer night’s dream tonight and felt like drawing some oberon and titania, so here’s some quick half hour sketches before bed

How to make a Me Book


Step 1 - Have a fairly clear work space. It can be your desk or floor or bed or sofa, wherever you work best. Just be responsible, maybe don’t use glue while you’re in bed.


Step 2 - Get a notebook/sketchbook/scrapbook/journal



Click for more steps!

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I have a wife that has been struggling with depression for years.

Neither one of us has had experience with depression before and as she sunk into her ‘Dark Place’ I tried to understand and she tries so hard to describe what was happening to her, to explain how she feels. As if somehow her ability to articulate what she is going through would somehow make everything better. That conveying her experience and causing me to truly understand would be a victory against a condition that has taken so much from her.

She is on medication and has been doing… fairly well. She still has days that I know she is having a rough time of it. I try and be there for her. I wish I could do more.

Today she sent me this with the message with the attached youtube video: “What he says about depression is so spot on, at least how I feel.”

This helped me get a better perspective. I hope it helps someone else out there trying to help their loved ones.


asthma sucks a little less when you have cutesy inhalers.




Ferguson police are being sued for $40mil, +++ some of the officers are facing individual lawsuits for rights infringement. fucking break those cops. 


this is some of the best news I’ve had in days and I want you to be excited about it too


Necromancer old woman who summons the dead to help her out with knitting projects

"Can you fetch me the angora yarn? I’m starting a blanket for our Nancy’s newest."

And then undead Napoleon or Ghengis Khan or whatever just sigh and are like, 

"The cream or the lilac?"

"The lilac, dearie."



It scares me how easily I can detach. How comfortable I am alone. How much I prefer silence. How anxious and angry people make me. How anxious and angry I make myself. How automatically my mind switches to self-destruction at the slightest upset. How I might just choose to exclude myself from society one day and never talk to or see anyone ever again.


some day i will own this