interesting fact: when I sketch out artwork, it's actually always pink on a greyish green background. I never use blue.


When asked a definition of a fantasy, one would say it’s an ideal of some person, situation, or being in one’s head… but what do you do when your fantasy can’t be met on paper, because it’s seen infront of you?

It’s 3 AM and I can’t sleep. It’s dawned upon me that when I used to be able to think about what was my dream, I could think and imagine endlessly. Now, it seems that I can’t do it without infringing reality’s copyright.

Except that in my thoughts, my hair looks nicer. Hah.

So, reality offers me the metaphorical cup of inspiration when I can’t seem to locate my own. Soon, I imagine it will tell me that I need to quit mooching.

I owe you thanks for coming so close to my fantasy that I can’t create it myself anymore.

”I’ve got a soft spot for you.
It might be dangerous
If pushed enough
Spot might mold to your inclination
I thank goddess
For your imperfections.
They remind me,
Keep me at arms length
Just a few less
And I’d find myself
Wandering into grey area.”
--Brandon Boyd


+favorite without commenting and I’ll shoot you in the head. I’ll shoot you in the fecking head.

Oh, happy 400th deviation to me. :]
I made this a wallpaper. Free to use. [link]