Sep 18, 2018
I don't have an eraser, unfortunately
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I don't have an eraser, unfortunately
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Here's a sketch I did a couple of months back. This time I used crayola pencil crayons pshhhhh. Aside from the striped beanie, I totally cheated and had this fresh squid girl wear TWO articles of clothing (baby-jelly shirt & navy college sweat). Too bad you can't stack abilities by wearing as much gear as possible :P The mint green ink colour in Splatoon is my favourite.
Boombox fresh. Backwards cap, squid satin jacket. Doodled in a small, old sketchbook I found somewhere in my room and coloured with some crayola markers. There are lots of different ways to look stylish in Splatoon, so today I went with "80's street."
Sketchpad notes.
There are so many things you can't tell to other people; so many things you need to hide. However, the weight is too much to handle, and you feel like you need to transfer this burden on your heart to something or someone else, or you just might explode from all the stress and pressure it puts on you.
Often, when we find ourselves in this situation, we find solace in paper, or any object we can transfer our thoughts to. Sometimes, though, the pain is just too great that writing in a journal or typing onto a computer doesn't alleviate you of any emotional burden.
Sometimes, you just need to tell someone who would listen. Someone who would see your tears, and somehow, feel what you feel. Someone who you know is there, breathing; alive.