alucardhellsing:

lampfaced:

itsspookytoremember:

“DAMNIT WONDER WOMAN, I AM THE DARKNESS”

I’m laughing too hard not to reblog this.

littleorphanscootaloo:

that-journalist-pony:

r-leostar:

thecupcakespinkiepie:

nooby-banana:

thesanityclause:

And now it’s a poster… thing.

I’ll stop trying to be a graphic designer now.

Everyone has a moment when they think “I am a bad artist.” and they think that because they see a level of skill they have not achieved yet. If this is the case, every artist ever is a bad artist, because every artist ever has had some idea, some plan, some goal of a skill level or creation that they have not achieved yet. And that’s good. Learning and growth and moving forward are all good things, so instead of trying to be some fictionalized version of a good artist, let’s all be bad artists together.

I WANT THIS POSTER ON MY WALL I AM NOT EVEN KIDDING

:D

({candy, leth look at this})

I’d like to point this at a certain blog, for bullying what they called “a terrible artist.”

this iz the story of me, my art is terrible, yet I keep on keepin on, why? Cause I am who I am. Popeye the sailor man. Wait, I’m not popeye? Shoot.. well actually im-*the following message has been blocked cause I ain’t tellin*

askmagedash:

davydownpour:

therocan64:

Bring it on!

i need attention ………….

DFGHJKL

An enemy

So razor sharp

It’s always somewhere near

The shadows cold

The freezing dark

And yet, a friend so dear

 .

I walk home

All alone

In the shadows of the trees

A touch of dark

A touch of cold

Yet somehow it comforts me

 .

It gets stronger

Tearing deep

‘til I’m an empty shell

The cold got worse

My body numb

And then the darkness fell

 .

Warmth is gone

Slipped away

Adrenaline’s in my veins

All I know

Left, gone wrong

Alone and filled with pain

 .

All the memories

Pain-filled days

Torment me at night

Nightmares

Then insomnia

Enemies I can’t fight

 .

A bloodied hand

A burst of rage

Shards of a broken mirror

No recognition

Without a reflection

The emptiness couldn’t be clearer

 .

Realization

Nothing is known

Do I even have a soul?

Questions, questions

Never answered

Will I ever feel whole?

 .

Where, where is it?

Nowhere near

I am without my heart

Searching hard

Desperately

All alone in the dark

 .

Keeping secret

Keeping quiet

Keeping up the mask

No suspicions

No mistakes

Just so they’ll never ask

 .

Faking smiles

This isn’t me

Telling lie after lie

Happy, laughing

Until they leave

So I can finally cry

 .

Endless thoughts

Whirring so fast

Trapped inside my head

Am I okay?

Screaming no

But saying yes instead

 .

Falling further

Feeling nothing

Swaying at the brink

The cold pushing

The darkness waiting

Too exhausted to think

 .

Decision made

A sudden surge

It’s like I’m on a high

Now I know

Life’s way too short

No time to say goodbye

 .

Plans are made

Things prepared

The act will soon be done

Maybe this way

I’ll be free

I’ll finally find the sun

.

In the end

I don’t know

What got through the dark

A melody

A stranger’s smile

It made a tiny spark

.

It was hard

But I got out

I made it to the sun

I saw the light

I felt the warmth

The battle finally won

 .

So if you’re cold

Hear these words

Of someone who survived

Life’s not short

It’s long enough

Enough to stay alive