Imitating dzieła

ᒪᗩᑕY looks in the mirror and sees abnormal. She thinks about her actions and thoughts and she feels abnormal. She doesn't know what to feel, she doesn't know what to think, and, more importantly, she doesn't know what to do with the disjointed train of her life that's barely rolling down the hills. Like every other person out there these days, she has a story, and, however easy it is to look over, it's not a typical, run of the mill one at that. It's a heart-wrenching, disorienting mess, where the minutes are breaking down into seconds ticking painfully away into absolute nothingness. ᗩᑌᔕTIᑎ is an attractively subdued artist who has never had a problem with making decisions, especially when it comes to expressing himself. In fact, maybe he's a little too overrun by his haywire emotions. When something unseen and tragic happens, however, he looses touch with himself. Maybe they'll help each other out, or maybe they'll hate each others guts. Then again, hate is a relatively strong word. (Picture by @sam_dameshek on Instagram)

A brief meditation on art imitating life...or the reverse.

Meh... I somehow felt like showing off my drawings from the past. I may update this book when I make more drawings... :3 So... Here's a book that shows all of my proud drawings~! Hope you guys like what I drew and you be the judge of my artistry... XD ~Kurisu-chan ;* - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Also, I DO NOT own the cover art, I just searched a specific genre on google and made this the cover for the book and just edited the title and my name on it. :) Can't find the link for the original image, since I downloaded this months ago and I just happened to find this by chance and can't find the image again... TT^TT

If only I knew that everything will end up like this, I should have said..... "Those Words I Owe To You."

I honestly had no idea why I was doing this. Oh yeah, because my good-for-nothing brother wanted to fulfil his ‘dreams’. Yeah, and leave me to pick up the pieces. Great. My brother was off gallivanting around New York, the ’big apple’, while I was stuck in good old Blighty. That not being bad enough, I was stuck with my mother, who was forever nagging me to be more ‘boyish’ and climb every other day, or play football. Let me tell you, I cannot, cannot in any which way, play football. My legs and feet just go in all sorts of directions. In fact, any direction other than the direction they are meant to go. Well, anyway, thanks to my ‘darling’ brother, my mother’s wish was going to come true. Yes, I Carys Elizabeth Parker was going to become my brother. Not literally, of course.