Friend of mine just bought tickets for us to see Paramore in Berlin.
I’ll probably be dead after seeing Paramore twice this year, but it will be so worth it.
While people all around are ombre-ing (or whatever…) their hair, my hair just ombre-d itself.
The bleach is sooo grown out and I just can’t decide, whether to let it grow out more or bleach it again. Anyway, I’ll go and dye the blonde part pink now. Satisfying at least a part of my dyeing-needs.
I wish people would just start to open their damn minds already and realise that not everyone is like them. That everyone is totally different from them and doesn’t necessarily share their beliefs and standards and that “different” isn’t synonymous with loud and obnoxious and indie, but can be very quiet as well.
People are just pissing me off with constantly telling me how I should feel about my life or my future or my fears. I’ve had enough.
In the drawing a thick blue line separated the air and ground. In the days that followed I watched my family walk back and forth past that drawing and I became convinced that that thick blue line was a real place - an Inbetween, where heaven’s horizon met Earth’s. I wanted to go there into the cornflower blue of Crayola, the royal, the turquoise, the sky.
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| — | The Lovely Bones, Alice Sebold |
Apologies for the terrible image quality - I’m lacking scanner access at the minute so I had to take these photos on my phone
I was reading hyperbole and a half’s blog entry explaining their experience of depression and decided to make another sketchy comic based on my experiences with anxiety, which is another mental illness I think people tend to misunderstand quite frequently
Hopefully this will be of use to some people - whether they suffer from anxiety themselves or if they just want to know more about it
