I want you. That doesn’t mean that I do not appreciate and love others, but sometimes I simply want you, you alone. It means I want to be alone with you and it means I need some time for us. Because I love us, I love us in terms of us simply being and socializing with others and sharing what there is to share throughout our days but sometimes I want us even more. I want us to the point of truly, deeply just wanting us and I don’t know whether that’s possessive but you live in my brain too much and I’m probably overthinking this just as usual but it still comes back to being what it is. I cherish everything. I want you to know that. I cherish our mutual acquaintances and friends, I cherish our distinct moments throughout the day, I cherish the little gaps and the pauses and I cherish the flow of it all and I absolutely cherish the fact that you’ve made me part of your life and the fact that you’ve given me the opportunity to experience myself whilst experiencing and exploring the world of yours but, shit, sometimes I want you so much.
I choose you too much. I love you too much and, sometimes, just sometimes, the intensity is unbearable and I don’t quite succeed in not leting it transfix me to the depths of my soul and I don’t quite succeed in having to appear confident in myself and kind to the people we both care about when I know they’re not the ones to actually blame for my not being present or cheerful enough during such moments, and I am sorry for not pretending enough when I solely wish to spend a quiet, uneventful day of silence and lovely routine with you and I am sorry I am not sorry, I’ve been wanting you for so long.
After many delays, my graduation film. It’s about two best friends who explore a city floating in the air, where an unexpected discovery puts their friendship to the test. If you liked, comment, like, reblog, whatever, it would be highly appreciated. :)
Yo this is beautiful
We are time
always moving forward
But counting what’s behind
Waiting for that minute
And there may be a day when we run out of it
But I’ll set my alarm for next time
For the day I look you in the eye
To tell you just how much I hurt when you’re away
because I want to spend…
DO NOT SKIP OVER THIS POST
YOU WON’T REGRET IT
I’m ridiculously happy right now
Batch of ‘centaur’ sketches with only one actual horse-butt in the lot, but eh close enough.
I think I got this phase mostly out of my system, whew. Good exercise in painting skin/fur and speedsketching though.
I will want to know how many breaths you take after waking up
before you consider yourself alive
I will shiver when you touch me
do not be offended;
you are the warmest person I know.
pervert furry sociopath
Talent, beard, social
Baka, Otaku, run… 0_0
Pervert, drunk, sociopath. HUH! I am not a drunk!
Otaku, pervert and intellectual. I find this surprisingly accurate.
bisexual, perverted, talented .. o_0
intellectual hentai bisexual O.O”
hikikomori, kawai, sugoi
that’s pretty damn accurate LOL
Sociopath, antisocial, intellectual
Anxiety, depression, and the fear of addiction to pills.
The cure is also the curse.
These incredibly photorealistic self-portraits are the work of Spanish painter Eloy Morales. Eloy is one of the best hyperrealistic painters in the world, not only are his paintings photographic in quality but they possess a kind of life to them. Tricking the viewer into thinking they are actually looking at photographs.
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