I'm a twenty-something graphic designer and photographer based very close to Cleveland, Ohio. I use tumblr as an archive for inspiration and pretty things, as well as sporadic personal posts and phone-photography. Personal links below.
Horror movies, HTML, games, DIY, art, photography, general geekery, dogs and pretty things.
Everything seems to be exhausting me, no matter how much sleep or how much coffee I drink or how long I lie down, something inside me seems to have given up. My soul is tired.Unknown (via adsmikkelsen) Neurolove.me
So this happened yesterday! Perl finally had her babies. Toughest delivery ever, I will spare everyone the gory details - but even for me, a girl who (alone) birthed her first litter when she was 10 was traumatized by this delivery….rough! But glad all 5 are alive an healthy! <3
Difficult labor, but cute children. Two dapples like this, two black and tans and a solid black. #dachshund #newborn #dapple #doxie
Well, if I have to be up all night getting my hands bloody helping my girl, at least she made me a tiny duplicate anubis! #dachshund #solidblack #blackdachshund #justborn #newborn
2014 “Magical Girl” Acrylic paint, Canvas F10 17.91x20.86
"Magical Girl Heroines: Sailor Moon and sailor senshi"
Making video :) / Canvas art “Magical Girl”
Humans of Portland
"I don’t really like people, but it’s difficult to get comfortable with loneliness. I mean, I’ve tried to have friends, but it never works out. And I’m tired of going out alone. I’m ok staying in at my place. It smells good when I burn incense and I have a lot of records and I can just play video games.”
The bus she was waiting for arrived. “Do you need to go?”
"It’s ok. Another one will come in ten minutes… But then, you know, sometimes I just want a partner— a relationship. It would be nice to share this part of my life with someone. I’ve been single for years, and you know, there are people I could call if I wanted to. But people always end up saying things that rub me the wrong way, or if I open up to them, suddenly they want me to be their best friend, and I don’t want people to have expectations of me. I don’t want to waste anyone else’s time if I’m not interested in being close to them."
Another bus came and went while she told me about the loneliness, wiping tears from her eyes. Then another. “I’m sorry, I’ve talked too long.”
"It’s really ok. Sometimes we just need to connect."
"Yeah, I forget that sometimes."