I Have A Serious Problem!!!! I Have Never Had So Much Free Time Before Now ... I Do My Best To Distract

i think everyone should get external drives and usb drives to store files and everyone should learn how to pirate media and software and everyone should stop paying subscriptions to streaming sites and apps and everyone should gay kiss

i’ve been working out some thoughts on how femininity allows women’s bodies into to be drawn as aestheticized objects to be consumed — and illustration so often focuses on commercial art, thus leaving gnc women out of its scope entirely. i’m entirely sick of seeing women’s bodies used as a product to be sold rather than a portrayal of our complex humanity. 

alternatively, this piece is titled “i paid thousands of dollars to get disrespected and misgendered every single day at art school”

 watching some STAR TREK 

What do you make of the cat, Mister Spock? Quite a lovely animal, Captain. I find myself strangely drawn to it. 

I just wanted to draw Spock in desert 🤷

“He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” ― Emily Brontë

Aaaannnd we’re back. Apologies for the long wait on this one, I’ve been out of town for a bit recharging my batteries and whatnot. Let’s get back to my slow slip into insanity.

*blows kiss to the stars*: that’s for all the alternate timeline versions of me

I have walked alone seeking answers

I have lived alone chasing dreams

I have tried to prove my worth to worthless judges

I have cried my pain in silent screams

I have been sometimes served a touch of kindness

I have wandered in golden fields of Grace

I have been released by honest laughter

I have touched the Western Wall of the Holy place.

I have soared alone above the cloud heads

I have walked the deep dark tunnels of earth

I have dined with mystics and with prophets

I have heard the pain of woman giving birth

I have been sought after as a teacher

I have been refused the laurel wreath

I have heard the thunder blast of sunrise

I have watched the final touch of death

I have played the rules set by the master

Though often I didn’t understand the game

I have worn more masks than I can remember

I have been a face without a name

And when like you I ask the final question

Who on earth am I supposed to be

I always come full circle to the answer, me, only me…always me.

-Leonard Nimoy