Just Another Guy

"I´ve lived in books more than I have ever lived anywhere else." I'm just another guy that with hopeless hopes, far-flung dreams, a broken soul, a lonely heart and a wanderlusting mind.

[stormborn-snow]

“ The long night is coming and the dead come with it.”

[jerryliustudio]

“Players of the Game” - My Game of Thrones themed contributions to the Planet Pulp gallery. Super excited to be amongst such awesome artists that I’ve been inspired by over the years. Check it and more amazing pieces by all the artists at planet-pulp.com. My pieces are also avail as prints via this link if interested.

[marvel-dc-art]

Justice League: Darkseid War: Green Lantern #1 - “Will You Be My God?” (2015) pencil & ink by Evan Shaner color by Chris Sotomayor

[moss--and--bones]

It’s our own will. All it is is trusting in that will. It’s loving that will. It’s knowing that whatever happens, you are the one on the line. This is your world to create, pal. You get to choose.

[thepostermovement]

Her by Alejandro Giraldo

[biowarefangirl]

[justinoaksford]

[ptolemv]

The Solar System + Pluto

Someday death will take us to another star

[culturenlifestyle]

[lois-lane]

He never got knocked out, my dad. Knocked down, sure. But he, uh, always got back up. He was always on his feet when he lost. Every now and then, though, he’d get hit and something inside of him would snap. My grandmother, she was the real Catholic. Fear of God ran deep. You’d have liked her. She used to say, “Be careful of the Murdock boys. They got the devil in ‘em.” And you’d see it sometimes in the ring. His eyes would go dead and he’d start walking forward real slow, hands at his sides, like he wasn’t afraid of anything. And the other guy, he’d see that look, and he’d try to get away from him. Nah. My dad, he’d catch him and trap him in the corner. Let the devil out. Now, I didn’t understand it, you know? What he was feeling deep inside, I didn’t understand it. Not back then.

[678i0u]

You hit them and they get back up. I hit them and they stay down.

[callinghellsgiving]

[apathi-ae-deactivated20181201]

“But He stands alone, and who can oppose Him? He does whatever He pleases. He carries out His decree against me, and many such plans He still has in store. That is why I am terrified before Him; when I think of all this, I fear him. God has made my heart faint; the Almighty has terrified me. Yet I am not silenced by the darkness, by the thick darkness that covers my face.”

Job 23; The Prodigal Son Returns (via apathium)

[alittlebitofpcos]

I used to be that person who read two 400-page books a week. Now I carry around a book with me everywhere I go to try and remember what it feels like to feel that connection within the pages because I can’t concentrate to read further than a paragraph, or remember it, for that matter. Every time I see someone engrossed in a novel, it’s bittersweet, because I miss what it is like to get lost in the written word. I just want to be able to read like that again.

[falsewinter]

 …do i talk first or you talk first? i talk first?

[knightofleo]

Andrew Mar under lamplight not here, not there father introduction he, of genocide sound of her wings

[iverna]

Every writer and storyteller has the right to tell their story the way they want to tell it. We can be critical, we can dislike it, we can disagree with some elements or with all of it, we can refuse to consume it altogether.

But we are NOT some kind of victim if we don’t like it. We do NOT have some kind of right to have the story - someone else’s story - told to us the way we would like it told. It’s not a democratic election. It’s someone’s creation. And if it doesn’t go the way we want it to go, that’s not the writer “ruining” their own story or character. That’s the writer having different ideas for their own story than us. And that’s their right.

It’s their story. Not ours.