colored it with colored pencils and all

“Why hello there, young pup….”


Listen, listen…

They’re both wolves (more or less),

They both have a small companion that rides on their back nearly all of the time that’s green and a little annoying at times,

They’re both wolves,

They go on a grand journey to save their land from total destruction by going through puzzle after puzzle and quest after quest,

They’re both wolves,

Both games are action-packed and can be played on the Wii (which I own btw),

And finally:

They’re. Both. Wolves!!!

  • What people think Jack’s aesthetic would be: Clean paintbrushes in a dirty jar,a dropcloth tacked to the wall with matching color spatters,foggy sunrises, the lights of the city at night, dusty but otherwise clean wood floors, fluffy hat hair, hands with a few streaks of blue and red paint on them, soft blue skys with a few gray clouds, a shiny guitar in the corner, a sketchbook with neat pencil sketches and cute colored pencil drawings, oil paints in tubes with the ends all rolled up stored in a small box in rainbow order, soft smiles in softer light.
  • What Jack Kelly’s true aesthetic is: three clean brushes in a jar that has so many layers of paint it looks malformed with about sixteen paint crusted brushes mixed in, half finished painting hanging on the wall almost forgotten, a clean dropcloth folded in the corner with paint all over the walls and floors, clothes in a head next to an easel, hair that’s so paint streaked it’s almost always hidden under an equally stained beanie, a scuffed guitar with the ends of the strings still curly and long at the head, nineteen not-quite-full sketchbooks with loose papers hanging out, oil paint tubes scattered across the desk with half missing their caps and most almost empty, being awake at four AM to watch the stars fade, conflicting colors of paint streaks everywhere, Florida thunderstorms at midnight, cans of turpentine in the shower next to lotion.

3/26/2017
Happy Birthday to me Im 20~! This drawing is extremely symbolic to me about my life…
I was given a blanket as a baby.
As a toddler I gained a dog doll named Katherine.
In Elementary school age 7, my parents divorced and I lost Katherine on a train. I had childhood depression.
Middle school I had bad depression and panic attacks and all I dressed in was black.
In high school I began to flourish but my illness knocked me around. I still stood on my feet.
My pink blankets grew to tatters so I put them away and replaced them with a blue one.
Ive grown more mature as I am now and I am calmer… I am in a good place right now

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.