I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.

-T.S. Eliot, "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock," ll. 84-86

hey, where's that girl you love!

This has been sitting around in my hard drive for rather some time, and in a hardworking flurry while procrastinating for something more important, I finished it! I'm not sure how I did with likenesses, but oh well

Also screw color theory and painting (again!), how I hate both so.

No sleeping tonight again, guys...

so I lent my tablet to a friend at the moment so I did this picture with my laptop touchpad and I feel the need to congratulate myself for this feat
also there is this guy next door that keeps playing his effing guitar at 4 IN THE MORNING ALMOST EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.

ABSOLUTELY NOTHING WILL SHUT HIM UP AND EVERY NIGHT I GET WOKEN UP AND LIE SEETHING AND LIVID IN BED FOR MORE THAN AN HOUR

NO ONE KNOWS HOW MUCH I WANT TO THROTTLE THIS GUY INTO HIS NEXT LIFE

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I used to have conviction