Hello everyone, the other day I posted a link to an etsy user who was using my drawing on their product without my permission, and a lot of you reported it so thankfully it was taken down! But unfortunately this has now happened to my lovely friend Georgia who has had her Frida Kahlo print stolen and used for profit! Please could you etsy users click ‘report this item’ at the bottom of the page and help us get it removed!? I really hate the idea of someone’s art being sold without the artist’s permission. It’s happened to me many times before and it’s really upsetting, so please help Georgia out! A lot of people say ‘oh you should watermark it’, but that can sometimes ruin the appearance of an artwork you’re proud of, and besides, people should just have the decency not to steal! Thank you :-)
“Here is what I know:
You drink your coffee black and we are afraid of each other.
Once you kissed my neck in front of your friends
and it made me very shy.
Once you kissed my stomach and I started crying.
I see the tender way you touch things and want to kiss your nose
but I keep my mouth to myself.
Your collarbones are craters big enough to fit my fist into.
You are the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in months.
I was not good to the last person I loved so I punished my heart
(I let it break and bleed out then roughly sewed it back together)
It is hard to write poems when I only know how to fuck you.
I am always trying. I am thinking of Somedays. I am saying goodbye.
You asked why I never write anything honest so I am writing you this.”—Clementine von Radics
Hi! Just wanted to say I think you're super talented. I started following back when you met Benedict and Martin and gave them a couple of sketches. Anyway, sending holiday cheers and *reason's greetings* your way! -- Ava
Oh man. It’s been nearly 7 months since I met them and I still can’t get over it. Thanks for reminding me because now I have the biggest grin ever on my face. Have a nice day, and thank you for your kind words too!
Living as part of an unhappy family is like being constantly trapped. I don’t even mean broken, or even overly dysfunctional, just simply unhappy. I sit at school all day, feeling unhappy, watching the clock count down the minutes until I go home again, watching the hours go by… I spend my whole day waiting to go home, often forgetting what I go home to. Our family just doesn’t work well together, everything is permanently uncomfortable and sad. Whatever I do at home I constantly feel the weight of our family’s imperfections on my shoulders. Even if I’m having a good day, it’s bittersweet, or tainted. It sounds stupid, but I swear even the walls are permeated with it. The house is haunted by our collective unhappiness. I walk from room to room and it swells over me like a cloud. My own personal little black cloud that follows me everywhere as long as I’m under this roof. As long as I live here I can’t forget it and I can’t escape it. I envy the families of my friends, not because they are ‘perfect’, because that probably doesn’t exist; but I envy families that actually communicate, and laugh, who look out for each other, who are friends with each other. I’m tired of hearing shouting and crying and seeing dead, glazed eyes every day. I can’t wait to get out of here.
you are unbelievably beautiful and your post about abused animals comparing to thinspo was amazing. I just wanted you to know both of these things :)
Thank you so much! That post has gathered a lot of notes out of nowhere today, and a lot of people seem to have taken offence by what I said! I didn’t mean to offend anyone who is naturally that skinny, I didn’t take that into consideration, and I’m sorry. I also didn’t mean to exclude boys and men from the post, I just happened to use a picture of a girl, I know that problems with male body image are just as serious. Also, I completely understand that having anorexia is NOT a choice, I hope the post didn’t make me sound ignorant! However, I’ve seen a lot of girls saying ‘I wish I was anorexic’ and even seen people asking others how to BECOME anorexic, because they want to be sickly thin like the girl in the photo, which is just heartbreaking. I’m trying to make the point about how being underfed is somehow seen as desirable, and not only by people with an illness (just look at the average clothes shop mannequin or catwalk model, having a dangerously low BMI is apparently fashionable these days) and how strange/upsetting that is
The other night I got home at 3am and was feeling drunk and confused and so I rang Sam who was in a similar state and we were very sleepy, I vaguely remember that he fell asleep mid-sentence and then I fell asleep to the sound of him sleeping and it was kinda nice
This sounds really nosey but i was wondering how much you make from selling your prints and stuff. My teacher wants me to set up an account to sell my stuff but i didnt know whether it was worth it. When you first set yours up did it take a while for it to take off? Thank you xxx
Here are my earnings for this month:
I get quite a small percentage of the price of the product, like around 10%, but that’s still quite good considering I just have to upload the drawing and then society6 do all the work. It’s definitely worth it
It took a while to get started but don’t let that put you off, just keep sharing it on facebook/twitter/tumblr and you’ll be getting a few sales before you know it
“I find it so much easier to be creatively free at night. Daytime is for sleeping. Nighttime is the best time for making art. The later at night it gets the further into another world you go.”—Mark Ryden
Hello everyone, please please please can you vote for my drawing in this competition I’ve just discovered? It ends on the 31st so I haven’t got long to get votes but I thought I’d give it a shot http://tlng.me/1bnKao4 Thank you so much, your votes would mean the world to me!
“In spite of everything I loved you, and will go on loving you―on my knees, with my shoulders drawn back, showing my heels to the headsman and straining my goose neck―even then. And afterwards―perhaps most of all afterwards―I shall love you, and one day we shall have a real, all-embracing explanation, and then perhaps we shall somehow fit together, you and I.”—Vladimir Nabokov