procrastinating cleaning this up.
inside out.
hello.
I'm Abby, and this, my friend, is simply a miscellaneous clump of personal ideas, drawings, and writings.
just a little creative nook for me.here is a little more about me.
here is who and what inspires me.
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that bowl is the bane of my existence.
you know someone really loves you when they’ll savor your metaphorical coyote guts.
(Source: trainwreckweekends)
today was an angry, vent-y doodling sort of day.
“I feel like a bruised lion.”
mobile I had to complete for my art class, spruced up with varnish and all.
(Source: trainwreckweekends)
the studio walls are all kind of broken up into separate categories: medical photos, photos from my childhood, Edward Gorey’s works (a rather barren wall, sadly), a wall dedicated to Emily, and a wall dedicated to comics / war propaganda / old magazines.
I
haven’t had much time to draw.
the one upside to spending the holidays in isolation will be that I can just lock myself in the studio and put all my madness to paper.
not sure if it’s enough of an upside though. I hate being alone.
and I’m not even sure if I’ll be able to draw.
I have a giant wall in front of my creativity that has deterred me from even thinking about art. it’s not necessarily a bad wall, because I know it’s only there because my focus has turned to my health, mentally and physically, but it’s there.
and it’s making thinking the way I usually do a little more difficult.
I’m beginning to slip into my holiday rut.
self-medicating
with love and a new fascination with lists.
have you ever just sat and reflected on your recent decisions and wondered if they make you a bad person? if whatever words you have vomited up truly define your character? or if they are just mistakes?
I am doing that at the moment and have deemed all the hurt I have dealt out this year does not make me a bad person.
only a duo exists in my brain and as far as that is concerned I am a good person.
I am a good person. I just need to remember that.
remember that and draw and write endless lists advising people on how to be happy.
they won’t get my button references, though.
he looks so deer-in-headlights, haha.
we had eye contact once, and just kind of held that glance for a moment or two (I embarrassingly will admit I almost fainted afterward. so infatuated. you can only imagine what medical crisis I will endure when I finally do meet him.)
I hadn’t even realized he had been staring at me dead-on again in this photo until glancing through these pictures today.
this has become my favorite, unsurprisingly.
