hi i’m working on a series of illustrations with phoebe that will be printed on totes, tshirts, tanks, and iphone cases.
it’s for an upcoming summer collection/collab with a brand called hudiefly.
if you’re interested in pre-ordering please view my stuff here. i’d really appreciate it!
Check it out, Alice is awesome and so are her ideas.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been active here. Though I browse tumblr very often and watch all of you, people, who I’ve known and talked to, I miss you guys. Anyways I’m still here, I guess you can never quit tumblr, so feel free if you need to talk or else.
Also I’m on the instagram - @shuurin http://instagram.com/shuurin and on Facebook - Nadya Mio http://facebook.com/nadya.mio
So if you want, you can follow me there.
(со страницы moroshka)
10 Things Most Americans Don't Know About America
This is how I lovingly describe my current relationship with the United States. The United States is my alcoholic brother. And although I will always love him, I don’t always want to be near him.
(со страницы fuckthereallife)
pretty happy, pretty sad: roberts friends
he’s got a shit load of followers so i just wanted to aim this towards the ones i noticed he was closer too. i’m sophie, i’m robert’s sister, i’m really sorry but i’m posting from his laptop to say that he passed away last night.
ill be calling some of his friends this evening. if anyone wants…
how can this be true oh my god I’m so sorry no please come back
this is ridiculous how i grow sadness no matter how happy i am supposed to be, how i destroy love with only a little bit of help of my imagination. i could stop creating imaginary things and situations in my head, but turns out the inner me doesn’t want this. she likes to be sad because she knows how to be sad, how to be alone, how to cry and to be broken. she knows what songs to listen and movies to watch when she is sad. and doesn’t even understand what to do when she is happy. so happiness inside me turns into a sadness and i drown again and again, day by day, avoiding the people who try to be with me.
sometimes i think of my younger days and i remember myself thinking that i was kind of an extrovert, i used to laugh a lot, never stayed at home, never felt sad about my relationships. i remember the boys i used to date and don’t recall myself crying over breakup. i was not the happiest person, but i was on the top of the emotions, i felt a lot and gave back a lot. and now i am the prisoner of my own mind. i felt guilty about myself before, then i pitied myself, i called myself a loner, said i had no friends and no love in my life and then one day i turned around and saw my friends, not that much, just few, but it was my own choice to stay with these people and not with others, it was me who pulled back the others and not them who turned away from me. i saw my life where i was a normal kid with a normal face and normal hobbiies (because everything you like is normal), i was okay and i couldn’t call myself awkward or weird or strange anymore. i saw people who loved me, ex-boyfriends, who still cared about me (well, from time to time), i saw man i love and i was shocked because of the way i treated them and, of course, myself. and then i saw myself again, and i saw sadness in my eyes, i am the vampire who wants only emotions, only drama, only sadness and grief over some loss. but of course it didn’t change anything. i am still sad and hear a little tiny voice in my head that turns good and bright things into betrayal, disappointment and heartbreak. but now i know where to go and where should i start.
i should start with myself.