A little painted doll creature that made her way out of the box. I am the doll-shop heart-throb and I make a lot of weird noises and funny faces and speak in riddles. With cotton candy hair and a little (okay maybe a lot of) blood, I'm that forest girl that throws on her boots and may adventure for hours or for days but comes back to greet you and put flowers in your hair. I want to reach through the lens and leap off of the paper and into your hearts. I get a real thrill from a good cup of tea so come over and have a cup with me!
I am all, all as one. A doll that came to life to haunt your daydreams.
This is a blog about cute things and bloody injuries, beauty and disgust. A collection that transcends space and time to show you what's inside my mind.
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Asked by Anonymous Anonymous
I use an app called PicsArt!!! <3 <3 <3
I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.
- Dear person I hate,
- Dear person I like,
- Dear ex boyfriend,
- Dear ex girlfriend,
- Dear ex bestfriend,
- Dear bestfriend,
- Dear *anyone*,
- Dear Santa,
- Dear mom,
- Dear dad,
- Dear future me,
- Dear past me,
- Dear person I’m jealous of,
- Dear person I had a crush on,
- Dear girlfriend,
- Dear boyfriend,
- Dear [insert URL here]
"ARE WE REALLY HITTING ON EACH OTHER RIGHT NOW OR ARE WE KIDDING?!!" The Musical.
How far are we going to take this ‘fake’ flirting?? - A memoir
My friend called me a fecal wizard as an insult the other day, but I thought it would be a really fantastic mutant power, and I haven’t been able to shut up about how cool it would be, and now he regrets ever saying the words “fecal wizard”, so I win.
That redacted panel is where you get to use your imagination about what happens. The black box is where all the fanfiction happens. (Oh, god, let there be fanfiction of this.)
People have been reblogging this again, and it remains one of my favorite comics I’ve ever done.
If someone cannot even be bothered to send you a fucking message back, don’t think you need to continue to be bothered with their existence.
All the people that you love and admire and think are perfect, poop.
Probably every day.
Every day they poop because they are people and people poop.
And there are people who act like they don’t poop but don’t let those fuckers fool you.
Oh my goodness what an off week I’ve had!! Was so depressed and feeling so shitty. But tomorrow is a new day and a new week and I am gonna be productive and happy as can be and love this world with all my heart. <3
cannot wait to get the fuck away from reality for a week. I’m leaving today. No computer. Little to no phone. Just me, nature, canvas and a paintbrush. I’m excited to relax and just get the fuck away from everybody.
This little old abandoned house in my neighborhood is a beautiful sight on a spring day