gameraboy:

Wonder Woman, “Skateboard Wiz”

beatonna:

Quinn Keast has made a delightful and innovative use of my comic, give it a try!

beatonna:

Quinn Keast has made a delightful and innovative use of my comic, give it a try!

So happy dead white guys are the face of addiction and suicide. Suddenly people are calling suicide an unselfish and even sometimes brave choice and describing the challenges of addiction in a poetic style. Finally we have a face for the struggles of millions. Thanks, white guys.

hellotailor:

leupagus:

Timothy Omundson by Maarten de Boer

WOW MNEME FEELING A LITTLE MEAN TODAY I SEE

timothy omundson is looking so majestic in his greybeard age.

Dang

petahmaximoff:

this twitter account is golden silver and will accomplish great things

therealmikeholmes:

I drew this like 3 years ago and I still want to make it a real book

therealmikeholmes:

I drew this like 3 years ago and I still want to make it a real book

bouletcorp:

Voilà, j’ai fait ça pour la page “Héro-ine-s” :)

hero-ine-s:

Boulet

bouletcorp:

Voilà, j’ai fait ça pour la page “Héro-ine-s” :)

hero-ine-s:

Boulet

Sorbet

I didn’t know my Granny very well.  It took me a long time to realize that.  She was a far-away person, and my Granddad too, being so physically distanced from where I grew up.  But he was my everything when I was growing up, and I don’t remember why.  Maybe because he engaged with me, bought me books and all the postcards were in his writing. He inspired me, I wanted to spend all of my time with him.  

My Granny; although she wasn’t a particularly renowned cook (as far as my child-memories go); all my memories of her are about food, or clothing.  

I think this is long overdue.  Her death was prolonged, and expected, and tears didn’t come. I got a call from my mother at lunch, and went back to work.  

And now I’m having a breakdown because I chose to get sorbet for a treat at the store, and it was so good.  Granny always had sorbet for dessert when we visited.  I think as a child I was grumpy it wasn’t “real” ice cream.  But it was so good tonight and all of my thoughts went to her.  

I never gave her the goodbye she deserved, or had the strength to do so as she was dying. I feel like there was so much missed, when I realize how close I am to my other Grandmother, and how many details of her life that I know because I asked, and maybe nobody else has.  

My older cousins were closer physically and in spirit to her, and I guess we all feel things differently.  I’m crying because of regret, mostly, and missed chances and maybe guilt, because the sorbet was so good.  

thebollyknickers:

Make Mark find the thing


DANG that’s cute.

thebollyknickers:

Make Mark find the thing

DANG that’s cute.