Not the Average

i feel bad for the people who live dreaming of being rich as fuck with fast expensive cars and big houses and boats and shit. thats not a dream, shit like that can happen. whatever happened to those who dreamed of flying? those who dreamed of being giants or being able to play marbles with the neptune and mars and shit. those people are the ones who i believe to gain more than just monetary values but a greater peace of mind

doodleattack:

5” x 7”, brush pen.
i usually post these when i’m drunk (to be totally honest) which probably causes me to “loosen up” (as it were), but i am not drinking now so don’t expect anything terribly interesting this time around.
hey, i just thought of something: i don’t remember my dreams. i mean, if i do dream, i don’t really remember doing so and i noticed if i drink before i go to bed, i am guaranteed to have a dream i remember. sometimes they’re reeeaaaallly weird, but no crazy nightmares or anything. i’m pretty much just sitting in front of the computer when i’m doing this, so it’s not like i’m prowling the streets of new york with my “bros” getting “fucked up” and “chasing skirts.” sometimes i chase the cats (i’ll get into that at a later time) but the cats are definitely not wearing skirts. mostly because they’re male cats. mostly.
i drew this for someone. i hope they like it.

anitaleocadia:

KwangHo Shin - [82] untitled oil on panel

tumblropenarts:

The Splinter - Autumn Dellaway