“Though no man, no matter how great, can know his destiny, some lives have been foretold, Merlin…Arthur is not just a King-he is the Once and Future King. Take heart, for when Albion’s need is greatest, Arthur will rise again. It has been a privilege to have known you, young warlock-the story we have been a part of will live long in the minds of men.” ❥ September 20, 2008 - December 24th, 2012
«I want to tell you something about me that nobody knows. I wake up every morning, and for the first five minutes of the day, I imagine that everyone I care about is dead. I lie there, and I meditate on that. So that when it inevitably happens, then it lessens the blow.» «Then what do you do?» «I spark a ciggy and fry an egg.»
I have been sketching Magnus Hammersmith for the last couple of weeks in spite of my ridiculous work schedule, and this one I decided needed colour, if only for the reason that I love rendering bruises and disheveled hair.
I don’t know why I’m re-obsessed with Hammersmith again, but it is kind of nice to have my horrible, horrible, awful muse with stabby tendencies back.
It’s been taking every ounce of strength to not write self-indulgent Metalocalypse comics, you guys have no idea.
You have no idea how much I miss you. Even though I am surrounded by love from my friends around me, I still wish that you were here.
You did not get mad for the same reasons that my friends do. You did not get mad for me drinking your beer, for sleeping during a movie, for not showing affection. I love my friends. I truly do, but as much as everyone gets petty, your reasons for being petty are different from their reasons for being petty. I prefer your pettiness.
I got too drunk for my own good last Friday night. I drunk-called some friends, but I did not drunk call you. Even though I miss you, I am always afraid of showing that I do. When I was with you, I felt like you were my best friend, but I never knew if I was yours.