not my room at all

((OOC: I am so sorry for not stating when my lunch break was over. Thank you all for the questions, please feel free to always ask me stuff, because I love that.

I’d make an “I love you” gif, but I am currently buck-ass nude, so here is an old gif of me with one of the cats. Know that it means that I love you. ))

Note to self: realtors are not down with “is this the murder room?” jokes whenever they try to show you a basement. 

introducing “kitchen takeover” (ft. skye, smoky, luna, cinder, and my laundry)

for those curious - skye is the sleepy girl in the basket, smoky is the big boy in the middle of the floor, luna is the white-chested girl next to him, and cinder is the little she-devil plotting all of their deaths in the background

fun fact for neurotypicals: a suicidal person can laugh and make jokes and do things that they enjoy and live and work and function all while still being suicidal. stop erasing our mental illnesses just because we don’t constantly act like we’re mentally ill.

Don’t you know I miss her, too ?

If you could only know how passionate That Will Be All got me. After watching it ten times and breathing my thrills out, I suddenly felt the need to get back to my watercolors.

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Peter Cushing as Sherlock Holmes in The Hound of The Baskervilles (1959)

“This is remarkable!”
“Superficial. There’s nothing remarkable about using one’s eyes.

holmes interacts with irene for a grand total of… maybe an hour? he helps her marry her husband, and he rests in her sitting room for a few minutes

that’s it. that’s the entirety of their “relationship”

and yet somehow, here we are, with 126 years’ worth of he loves her he loves her he loves her!

1. You look at a map of a city you’ve never been to.
You see patterns and street names and they tell you nothing. The map remains dead, the city unknown.
2. You go to the city you’ve never been to.
It becomes a city you know.
3. You look at a map of a city you’ve been to, but have left behind. As you look at the map, you remember.
You are looking at nostalgia. You walk through street names and remember the taste of cake in the café whose name you forgot, but you remember its yellow walls and comfy chairs. A square is no longer four lines on a map, but an open space with people and statues and laughter and a fountain in the center. The monotonous, two-dimensional blue that indicates an ocean turns into postcard memories, so many shades of blue and green and the smell of salt and fish. The famous building with the famous name that everyone knows is now a personal experience, it is yours and yours alone in a way that will never make it anyone else’s. A billion feet have walked these (now familiar) paths and two of them were yours. You can trace the steps you have taken and you remember feelings and colours and strangers who offered you a smile. There is the hostel you slept in, there is the river you crossed so many times, there is the corner where you listened to the most amazing street musician. You fondly whisper street names that you had trouble pronouncing when you first spoke them, clumsily. You connect dots, and they turn to images in your head.
The map is alive, the city an old friend.
4. The map you look at is always the same; the perception is different. It is you who has changed.
—  p.s. // every time i look at a map I have a feeling that is hard to put into words
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Took a break from comics to draw my favorite ladies!! I’m not in love with how this turned out, but they can’t all be winners!

I do like how their outfits came out though. I may do more with those sometime.

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My new bedroom wall in my new flat :D I think I will add some cards on the left an right walls for a little fading effect (but this alone took about four hours with the help of a friend, so I just haven’t got it done today). My bed will be in front of that wall, that’s why I didn’t put cards all the way down to the ground.
Well, I love it :D And it’s way cooler than paint the wall white.