I don’t have the skills to actually build a house. This house was given to me and I just remodeled it. I am aware that it is not a 100% accurate model of the house. C’est la vie. It was still pretty fun to do and I am pretty proud of myself. I want to learn how to build doll houses so I can…
I simply can not remember these movies. I was like 5-7 years old. I guess I’m going to rent them, someday.
(Source: innocent-nightmare)
Summer school started, time to learn some American Sign Language. The first task is to memorize 102 different signs. I’m excited :).
A-S-L :) here i come. Hopefully I’m going to be trilingual <3
Have a good week.
-P
Illustration by Jeremy Hush
I don’t know what to say. Absolutely beautiful.
(via shenaniganswillensue)
Say Cheese :). I like how did came.
Long time that I took myself a picture.
Finally, I scanned the drawing. Photoshop makes it look like I actually did something interesting.
To those who write
because the sanity and sanctity
of their souls require it. Because
of the stroke their brains suffer
from the hemorrhages of repressed
thoughts. To those whose fingers
tingle incomplete without the
stain of ink seeping into their
fingerprints and hands ever-searching
Two proofs of poems by Joshua Beckman printed on newsprint from upcoming publication “Porch Light”, a collaboration between Joshua Beckman & Jon Beacham.
Henna, I need some. Love this piece :).
(Source: dance-the-stress-away)
Yorke has a peculiar type of dancing. I must see him live!
(Source: sommerskin)
Now that is how you use one color for everything. The details are amazing. I had a red pencil for drawing long time ago, one good friend gave it to me. It was lost in the past and still lost in time.
(via shenaniganswillensue)
You and I created a mountain
with rocks of love and distance
bushes of hugs and feelings
and a hard resistance.
We went high, so high
reaching the sky
creating a new life
turning the dark in to light.
Suddenly, after a long time
our peek our top was cold
and full of ice
our relation was now old
and there was no heaven
just a blue sky.
The sun and the kisses
of his ray-lights were not enough
to warm our freezing relationship.
The moon was our witness
together covered by a
sea of diamond stars
our love was decaying
our words leaved cold scars.
The tears of a dark cloud
were a rampage to us, our mountain.
The drops turned to a river, dividing and destroying
everything.
We were turned to cracked rocks
and rotten bushes. Nature was right;
we should stayed as a road of dust,
a road that lead us to each other.
But we defied nature.
alex pardee.