Je veux être seul,
reste-la, toi ta geule.
Je ne peux pas me calmer,
laisse-moi tempêter.
J’ai trop des tristes pensés,
pour ça je veux crier.
Je ne suis pas contente,
furieuse comme un enfant.
when i was 15, i really wanted to get a huge tribal-ish tattoo all across my lower belly and my parents didn’t object at all. but on the day that i headed to the tattoo shop to get it done, i chickened out and got a small nose piercing instead. guess my parents knew that i always had pretty strong ideas about how i wanted to look, but didn’t always have the guts to actually make it happen :b by the time i did have the guts, i had changed my mind about how i wanted to look anyways.
so i wanted to do a series of drawings to show how i really looked vs. how i secretly wanted to look at different times in my life. part 1: age 16!
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krypt0nit-a:
thefrogman:
My ass forgot how to gravity.
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I crying, oh my goodness.
Looks just like one of the puppies I am about to give away.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/592aff698178ee030dc30d3b0d8a7614/tumblr_mi9s7o9rLU1qaobbko1_400.gif)
My ass forgot how to gravity.
[video]
I crying, oh my goodness.
Looks just like one of the puppies I am about to give away.
Being at a color correction session for Book 2 today reminded me that I kicked off this blog a year ago this week with a snapshot of Korra from a Book 1 color correction session. A year later and I’m still behind in all my work, you’re all still mad the show is not out yet (which, please understand, is akin to being mad at a tree for not growing apples fast enough), and Korra is still a badass.
Thanks for caring enough to be mad and for following this blog! Love, Bryan







