Trash and Scraps
lachowskii

annythecat:

trashandscraps:

lmao i KNEW annythecat would like that post. you knowww <3

muahaha, i’m just asking myself the same question every time i see their artwork. That and why I can recall the actual source pic 90% of the time

DUDE SAME. like I see it and I’m like.. I know exactly where it came from. Not even just photos but manips and edits too! It’s just.. Ughhh.
idk like.. On the slim chance that they aren’t just filters.. They’re traces. But I mean.. There’s no shame in tracing if you admit it? But call it an edit not a drawing.

August 27, 2014
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lmao i KNEW annythecat would like that post. you knowww <3

August 27, 2014
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so tell me, how does one spew out 28347029348720 photorealistic digital oil paintings in one week?

i’m asking for a friend~

August 27, 2014
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artists/writers/graphic makers/whatevers, do you ever look at something you’ve made and been like.. i made that??? how?? with these trash hands??

August 27, 2014
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The primal thirst
that burns all women’s throats,
denied by eons of men.

Listen closely to the voice from hell, sweetheart.
“You are a queen;
don’t wait for a king.”

-Emily Palermo, Persephone (x)

August 27, 2014
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will be answering all my tmi tuesday questions later!!

August 27, 2014
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*watching Hamish Macbeth with my parents*
Isobel: I'll have you for breakfast, Hamish Macbeth.
Dad: Whoo.. Gonna have herself a little Hamish sausage.
Me: DAD NO

August 26, 2014
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just fyi:

i do adore the way movie!barney looks but i decided to draw him how i pictured him when i was reading. 

August 26, 2014
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Barney stares mutely down at the body on the floor, and the pool of blood spreading across the tiles. His face mouths silent words of horror, his voice a hushed croak of wind, and finally, when it finds some substance, it is the weak and desperate voice of the frightened.

"Fuck." He says