#s.a.g.

[zigcarnivorous]

when the task falls to the obsessively literate, it gets fucking done

[misachi]

Lol honestly my oldest OC (that I can still remember)  /> u<\;; Made a comic book about 'Super American Girl' when I was 6 or so and tbh there's one more story I want to illustrate for her so figuring how to draw her now seemed like a relevant step. 

 I've barely been able to draw stick figures the past few months tbh I have no idea where this came from.  o v o;   Welp- guess I gotta go sacrifice a goat to the art gods.

[succ-dogg]

S.A.G Demo

“Government bad, I drink the beer”

[mnxide-blog]

You know, sometimes I have all these majestic thoughts in my head, all these ideas, long flowing sentences, but when i try to write them down or say them out loud, they come out as load of shit. Isn't it weird? I have this vision of me, this perpetual dream, of speaking so beautifully people would be mesmerized by my sentences, and yet, I end up repeating bunc of stale, boring phrases over and over again, as if I'm willfully trying to kill a conversation (or write a mediocre poem). But I don't want that to happen, you know, Though I do prefer to avoid interaction most of the time, there are people, mostly a bit quirky as me, that I enjoy talking to. It's just... I tend to overthink, in a way that I literally track the source of every thought, and I came to the sad conclusion that most of what makes me me, is just pieces i picked along the way. My entire self is a fountain into which coins are being tossed, and whatever remains, remains. This is what I consist of - the words I've read, the sights i've seen, all these things I've stolen. I am not original in any way. Sometimes it utterly scares me, you know. I have nothing to claim as my own. I'm just movies and quotes and books and people sewn together.

[mnxide-blog]

they told me it's unreasonable to feel so much but decrease of emotion didn't help my reason

s.a.g.

[mnxide-blog]

[mnxide-blog]

[mnxide-blog]

another day spent polluting my soul 

with liquor and weed

i'm a sick burning flower 

lost in the rhythm of my heartbeat 

and fulfillment of my darkest wishes

well, who am i to say no

the heart wants what it wants

ripping through my chest

without any sign of grattitude