The moment my toes met carpet this morning, I could feel 12,035 pounds of heavy clouds whoosh towards my home, settling just above my tangled mess of hair. I should have just made myself a bloody mary, grabbed a bag of peanut M&M’s and surrendered back to bed, as there was no way that I would come out ahead ...
Shading inspiration yOU GET A BLOODY NOSE AND YOU GET A BLOODY NOSE! my art basically (anyone else read it in cinemasins' narrator's voice? Just me? Ok) also happy late birthday? Tbh this is coincidence but oh well it's a mess anyway #sketch #art #inktober
Tracey Emin: My Bed (1998): Tracey shows us her own bed, in all its embarrassing glory. Empty booze bottles, fag butts, stained sheets, worn panties: the bloody aftermath of a nervous breakdown. By presenting her bed as art, Tracey Emin shares her most personal space, revealing she’s as insecure and imperfect as the rest of the world.
"Oh god... W-what have I done. I..I didn't mean to go this far. But I couldn't stop myself. I'm so so sorry," Eli says to the lifeless body laying several feet in front of him. (This is after Eli agrees to the terms of the organization that helped him take down James and the organization does something to Eli that makes it hard to control himself)