#princepanpresents

Since everybody seems to have an opinion on the whole Mario fiasco aka Chris Pratt casting (depending all on how you view it - pun intended). I figured I would let my artwork do my talking and just tell everyone now….it could be worse. (And Chris does a pretty good job yall - like for real). Enjoy a little fan art to calm nerves and make everyone remember that it’s okay to be a big kid, even in 2022.

Latins lost and Hebrew forgotten - not by all I must say and not by any that understand the powers of Google translate. That Google service seems to be working just fine. So here’s a little lesson on life and love - what they are and aren’t - on the efforts that some give and the mistakes others make - on the beauty of brokenness and the beast that is being broken by those that you love…and this is why Christ once said

WARNING: THERE’S NO QUALITY CONTENT HERE. This is my quick reaction to a continued hurt that refuses to heal. And I refuse to give up. So far. This one cut really deep and I’m pretty sure my soul bled out. So if that is the content your craving, then feast your heartless hollow cavity of a head out on my misery…if you aren’t feeling dark tonight or that last line was too real for your chill - this kitchen would melt ya anyway, Frosty. My advice skip to the art below. - I had said earlier on Instagram that I would post a little update here - well that didn’t happen. I couldn’t find it in me. Though to be fair, I feel like life has been dealing combos that are meant to be the KO punch here lately and yet I managed to take another and another and again and again. Long story short - my hope for a little more hope to hang on to went unanswered and I was completely caught off guard and not at all ready for the hurt it would cause. Per the norm, I ask (probably more like beg actually) too be even slightly treated like there is a single ounce of care left for me. And I’m again met with a suffering silence that makes me want to just run into traffic full blast. Ugh. You know what sucks about growing up? You don’t ever outgrow those sleeves attached to your shoulder that you wear whatever is left of your heart at this point. And one day - in the best case scenario possible - maybe somebody tries. I don’t want to try. I don’t want to be hurt any more. Right now, I don’t want to feel at all. Feelings robbed me of feeling ok and feeling good even. Feelings or so called feelings…make me feel like less a person some days. And of all days, why today? Because that’s life slinging another hard right into my face…but there is still art. And even I can fake something enough to produce a couple cool posters for a special somebody in my life. The special somebody I guess. Wow. 1 left. If only she knew how much I cling to what I know is gone and how much the false dream that isn’t coming true gets me through to one more day. I’m glad she doesn’t know - she worries enough. And she surely has better and bigger things to worry with in general. Anyway - that’s my vent because sometimes it’s helps just to say I’m not okay. But it always hurts to know the person that could make it all go away chooses not to. So that I don’t bum you out with my bad day - here’s some art that you can post for fake confidence and the people in your life that really don’t give a damn anyway. Peace and wet dreams Tumblrs and the Tumbld.

A couple few fresh pieces that’ll be part of a big announcement coming soon - just to keep you coming back for more. My favorite hobby or pastime (you could say) 😉🫠

Should have posted this making fun of myself earlier - I decided to do a funny sarcastic tumblr post rather than my deep and emotionally raw ones and got damn close to getting my feelings hurt (not really y’all - abusive situations make ya kinda tough by default…see my earlier blogs and posts) but I think I left my opinion open for interpretation and assumed people would read my shade….nope. Lol. Lesson learned - so I didn’t leave this one quiet as “open for interpretation”