#self series

[ceephorsshitshow]

Why talk about your problems when you can draw them

Fan comic - I don’t own these characters, the font, or anything. More parts to come.

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[clairificusrex]

Studio Commuan's #SELFSeries, starring Zen Burapha and Triton Theeradech — is scheduled to be released this September! Depicts "Tang", a young new artist who mysteriously lost his reflection and sees a strange boy named "Neo" in the mirror. An odd relationship starts with a conflict between Suspense and Trust.

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This really does look interesting @heretherebedork ! Hoping for international platform, subs and an interesting show!

[evolved-trash]

A few of an untitled self series.....why am I actually loving them??

[168p-blog]

04 february 2018 - love, love, love

part 2/12 of my self series ✨

this month originally wasn’t going to be on self love, but some things happened that i really couldn’t control lmao. you probably can’t see all my writing in the photos, but i gained a crush. and with that, realized that self love wasn’t what i thought it had been until this point. its not loving what no one else can love about you. its loving your flaws UNTIL someone else does. and that’s what I’m moving towards this month :))

sorry this is a bit late, but happy february !

ig: halfbloom

[daremenj]

Control the control.

Self-Portrait.

[strangebirdsphotography-art-blog]

abandoned place  took this shot few years ago...

Self portrait (c)

[tributestothewind]

Imagine, Tangled hair whipping from her shoulder blades to the wind and back again, she runs into a deeper part of the woodlands, from something perhaps. But there it is, a small grove not well lit, and blooming with half grown flora. Four trees stand tall, bent and dented they bare their storm scars, yet her favorite to nestle on is the oak. She weeps on the oak and tells it her joys and her perplexities, overrun with the spring melt thoughts who roar from her mountain range mind to her wellspring mouth. No one would ever listen like the trees. Imagine, Again she runs into the woodlands, this time grasping for air as if there were none, for her body of mind is shutting down. A mind suffocated will collapse then atrophy, and she, is running on fumes. So, she runs to her trees. There three trees stand tall, but where the oak once stood instead, oak heart eyes stare back at her. He was every bit as solid as the oak, every bit of the warmth and color the bark had was reflected in his skin, every moment of comfort was there staring, with those bright brown eyes. If he was fearful, there was none shown, neither of them was startled. She sat with him and spoke as she always did, he did not speak but listened and watched her as he always did. It was warm, it was curious, it was the only time they'd been thankful to be themselves. Imagine, There were never any trees, and the storms kept coming, and his bark was a bronze and iron mix with those oak heart eyes. Imagine her hair never stopped whipping behind her because she was always running to those who needed her and when she stopped for air, it was never there. Imagine that to people he was standoffish and others thought he was serious all the time, but when he listened or when he laughed, she could see morning dew stars shine in those eyes. Imagine he not just listened but saw what she spoke about, imagine that his limbs no longer felt like branches frozen in winter, imagine that he could find a place more alive than the forest. Imagine, Some place like her. imagine Something like him. Imagine, finding what you were afraid to ask for, and they want you for everything you are.

Valintin’s forest

[ceephorsshitshow]

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