feeling kinda demotivated to draw because of the gcse art crunch and the fact that my posts that blow up are the ones which i put no effort into buuuuuuuut…
its that one aa render redrawn in my stupid shitty artstyle
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hello everyone!! i love mlp and i love art and so here i am to indulge in both. I also do arts so here have a cheespie as this will probably be my icon for a long time :3 hope to make some friends here!!
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i live a healthy, balanced life. i eat a bowl of ramen for breakfast, a microwaved burrito for dinner, and then at 2 am i devour an entire head of lettuce
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felt like testing out some brushes!
I wish autumn-colored leafeon was real SO bad
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silly ms paint doodles i did (inspired by some tumblr artist that i might @ if and when i remember their user) during graphics this morning
a few weeks ago i was in computing with my friend and then we began singing wii sports. halfway through the chorus we’d made a whole damn acapella and then the teacher just came up to us and told us to shut up 😭😭
today during english i talked to my classmate who sat next to me. i knew she was chill but i hadnt really talked to her before that much, and turns out she knew what aa was before i told her :D
however now one of my friends refuses to talk to me because i wont shut up about aa. so ig thats fun. i wish i could get a screwdriver and screw the broken screw that makes me get so obsessed this quickly
all in all, friend +1 friend -1 so its pretty much just the same
mental breakdown incoming once i arrive home
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Curently Reading book 6 and one Thing lead to another and i read my Mom a Few Pages.....
Oh god my dyslexia left me unable to read and my Mom very confused....
It wont let me sleep so heres my doodle in want does NOT happen in the book but my Mom now thinks IT does
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Daily Doc Doodle! This one took about an hour and a half.
The daily poem attached to this one is: Early Frost by Scott Cairn
Full poem under the cut!
This morning the world’s white face reminds us
that life intends to become serious again.
And the same loud birds that all summer long
annoyed us with their high attitudes and chatter
silently line the gibbet of the fence a little stunned,
chastened enough.
They look as if they’re waiting for things
to grow worse, but are watching the house,
as if somewhere in their dim memories
they recall something about this abandoned garden
that could save them.
The neighbor’s dog has also learned to wake
without exaggeration. And the neighbor himself
has made it to his car with less noise, starting
the small engine with a kind of reverence. At the window
his wife witnesses this bleak tableau, blinking
her eyes, silent.
I fill the feeders to the top and cart them
to the tree, hurrying back inside
to leave the morning to these ridiculous
birds, who, reminded, find the rough shelters,
bow, and then feed.
Early Frost by Scott Cairn
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