I’m a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet I’m ambitious. I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has.
My cousin got hit by a truck.
He’s fine nothing broken but he has the sickest bruise ever!! Like holy shit you can see the outline of his muscles and bones on his chest?
This thing is awesome.
I told him he should get it tatted to always remember that he survived getting hit by a truck lol
I FUCKING THOUGHT IT WAS A TATTOO OKAY
Nolite te bastardes carborundorum.
- Troll Stephanie Meyers
Well, I can’t seem to access my DA account, so I’m uploading this directly to Tumblr. (If you want to zoom in, try opening the photo in a new tab!) Anyway, it’s about freaking time I got this up for all to see!
I borrowed quite a bit thematically from Margaret Atwood; I hope it comes off as more of an homage than an insult.
P.S. The title for this, tenatively, is Dura Mater. I think Porrim would approve.
Watercolours, gouache, Copic markers and gold/silver watercolour pigments. Characters copyright Andrew Hussie; art copyright me.
Please don’t erase the description if you reblog!