Something old and something new(No coupling)

The old one(for a story about a stork called Stanley who finds a star on his front step)


Hair study. Everything else rushed.


You are my own personal Dementor.

Seeing stars.

Painting the day away.
A little dazed and confused.
Coughing up the cliches.
Home feels like a dirty word;
I'm not so sure I understand.

Despite my mental state,
the lines are making sense.

W.I.P(invisible plurals)

PixelPainting

The progeny of my renewed light addiction.(Also retraining my hand because of not being able to train the rest of me)

More to come soon. Next some long hair and a fish with an old mans face. Enjoy(preferably in fullsize-click on the image)!