The lonely alley

Sing, sing in my endless tunnel

picturesinboxescomic:

www.facebook.com/picturesinboxeswww.twitter.com/picturesinboxeswww.picturesinboxes.com
larapaulussen:

my first drawing from this year  (actually I wanted to watch sherlock yesterday evening but couldn’t find a decent live stream so i’ve drawn this instead..)happy new year btw!

larapaulussen:

my first drawing from this year  (actually I wanted to watch sherlock yesterday evening but couldn’t find a decent live stream so i’ve drawn this instead..)happy new year btw!

(via awesomedigitalart)

erysium:

The first of these was fun, the second was really troublesome ;v;

Also, if anyone’s interested, I did a little interview here the other day!

(via awesomedigitalart)

awesomedigitalart:

James and the Giant Peach by girl-with-a-pencil
omocat:

you think THAT can hurt ME???

omocat:

you think THAT can hurt ME???

(via bulbagarden)

thedailydoodles:

"Everyday Feels Like Sunday"
He stands out in the dark, on the fire escapeThe yearning for a cigarette is nipping at his napeHe’s not sure what is wrong, but something isn’t rightIt’s just feels like how it always feels every Sunday night.
Tomorrow is always looming, and tomorrow will have broughtEverything he’s been avoiding, to pay for the guilt that he has wroughtThe air hangs so heavy; dead and dismal around his headSunday can never be enjoyed because tomorrow you’ll be dead.
The emptiness fills his lungs, as he inhales deepHe’s not sure if he should stay awake, or try to get some sleep.Everyday might feel like Sunday, but he just has to pretendThat tomorrow will be better, and someday Sunday will end.
(Starring the Timetraveler Ki!  Grab his new LP “Lawnmower Man” here!)
Wanna appear in your very own Daily Doodle?  CLICK HERE!FAQ  TWITTER  FACEBOOK  SOCIETY6

thedailydoodles:

"Everyday Feels Like Sunday"

He stands out in the dark, on the fire escape
The yearning for a cigarette is nipping at his nape
He’s not sure what is wrong, but something isn’t right
It’s just feels like how it always feels every Sunday night.

Tomorrow is always looming, and tomorrow will have brought
Everything he’s been avoiding, to pay for the guilt that he has wrought
The air hangs so heavy; dead and dismal around his head
Sunday can never be enjoyed because tomorrow you’ll be dead.

The emptiness fills his lungs, as he inhales deep
He’s not sure if he should stay awake, or try to get some sleep.
Everyday might feel like Sunday, but he just has to pretend
That tomorrow will be better, and someday Sunday will end.

(Starring the Timetraveler Ki!  Grab his new LP Lawnmower Man” here!)

Wanna appear in your very own Daily Doodle?  CLICK HERE!
FAQ  TWITTER  FACEBOOK
  SOCIETY6

wolfessmidna:

His & Hers

wolfessmidna:

His & Hers

(via nessi-lol-wow)

Stricken man

Does she not look appealing?
Does her gaze never snatch your soul
In a breaking of a second?
Tell me, mate, how she easily cuts your bole,
The very pillar of your stoutness,
The motionless boulder of sturdiness.
Is she not always appearing
At times you harness your rigidness?
In that bogie amid your train of thoughts,
Has she not swooped in and erased those prepared phrased?
Is she not the very sun of your lovely summer day?
Have you never found yourself at naught in just writing a page?
Yet when ‘she’ is the topic,
All swiping and whipping of pen come rushing in a sudden,
And pages mount up to heaps of scroll
For just a describing of how she turned the ballroom golden.