#at drawing

[onlyvaguelyconfused]

sally face ???? woah

[rainestorm-theerror]

Y’all I’m doing a redraw of my oc’s like a year basically after they were drawn and this mf went from this

(Bisexual lovesick 16 year old he/him)

To this:

(Aroace he/they 20 year old KING)

[nezclaw]

when did i get this good???

[honiedix]

gonna start a comic thing?? i guess???

[urfreakinmeoutt]

Listening to Sylvia Plath reading her own poems and making shitty art — a mood.

Lady Lazarus by Sylvia Plath

I have done it again.

One year in every ten

I manage it—

A sort of walking miracle, my skin

Bright as a Nazi lampshade,

My right foot

A paperweight,

My face a featureless, fine

Jew linen.

Peel off the napkin

O my enemy.

Do I terrify?—

The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?

The sour breath

Will vanish in a day.

Soon, soon the flesh

The grave cave ate will be

At home on me

And I a smiling woman.

I am only thirty.

And like the cat I have nine times to die.

This is Number Three.

What a trash

To annihilate each decade.

What a million filaments.

The peanut-crunching crowd

Shoves in to see

Them unwrap me hand and foot——

The big strip tease.

Gentlemen, ladies

These are my hands

My knees.

I may be skin and bone,

Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.

The first time it happened I was ten.

It was an accident.

The second time I meant

To last it out and not come back at all.

I rocked shut

As a seashell.

They had to call and call

And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.

Dying

Is an art, like everything else.

I do it exceptionally well.

I do it so it feels like hell.

I do it so it feels real.

I guess you could say I’ve a call.

It’s easy enough to do it in a cell.

It’s easy enough to do it and stay put.

It’s the theatrical

Comeback in broad day

To the same place, the same face, the same brute

Amused shout:

‘A miracle!’

That knocks me out.

There is a charge

For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge

For the hearing of my heart—

It really goes.

And there is a charge, a very large charge

For a word or a touch

Or a bit of blood

Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.

So, so, Herr Doktor.

So, Herr Enemy.

I am your opus,

I am your valuable,

The pure gold baby

That melts to a shriek.

I turn and burn.

Do not think I underestimate your great concern.

Ash, ash—

You poke and stir.

Flesh, bone, there is nothing there——

A cake of soap,

A wedding ring,

A gold filling.

Herr God, Herr Lucifer

Beware

Beware.

Out of the ash

I rise with my red hair

And I eat men like air.

[koganelovesmcclain]

hey guys, does anyone have any tips for learning to draw? 

like, anything at all. any references you use? (idk, learn to draw books? or websites? or?? anything like that?) 

i really need some kind of help! i’m a 20yo beginner honestly :’)

[cttrajan1206]

fan art for @w-aeby sorry my characer looks so terrible and I drew you so horribly. I'm fairly bad at drawing skeletons, especially hands. being fair though I think I ended up drawing you better than I did me XD