My new friend Sain likes to draw, so we filled a page together. Some of it looked really cool so I thought I'd share! :)

Are you scared of what you can't control? Are you scared of people who can't be scared?

A Reckless but well-prepared adventurer bearing a helpful torch pauses, confounded by a dead end on a stone balcony that presents her a precipice of unsounded depths and unimaginable darkness inhabited

"I'm not a conspiracy theorist...I'm just actively suspicious of power."

Remember when you stole my dream and tied it to a shooting star? Remember how you thought the fury of the Fates behind your hot caress was nothing but desire? Remember when you weren't a man, unless a

I am spacy sometimes. I call myself a space cadet. But sometimes, I am more than that. Sometimes I am an Admiral of the Space Cadet Corps.

Wriggles the ribbon snake likes to buy cheap art supplies. But there is a hidden price for those, too!

Here I've tried to capture what I saw on the way to work this morning.

A humorous observation of how parenting, while appearing stressful, seems to really mellow people out over time.

Lights-out was only the beginning of an eventful night! Last night I stayed at church as a "host," where the church has been sheltering 10 homeless people in the nightly-unused building. We are

Sometimes the brightest-looking options are just dead ends, and you know it from the beginning. But it doesn't hurt to look, right...?

I only ever wanted the impossible. Is that too much to ask? #type4

This really happened, except all my siblings were present. They are represented here by Litty the Ladybug, only because I didn't feel like drawing them all.

Snowdrifted: a poem for a special day

I gave this drawing to Sean. He laminated it and put it by his desk at work. 😂

Mountains of kugelis

Unbelievable...the magnitude of privilege one has to have lived with, for this attitude to be no big deal..."Oh this looks good, lemme just stick my fingers in it" smh

Ryan is no match for the contagion of Wriggles' maniacal laugh!

If I told you you were special, That wouldn't be quite true; You might as well be anyone, But I just wanted you. In an affair like ours, I know There's no such thing as “we”; But only you were good enough,

For Aina