Clifford Tibbits, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Cliff-Tib-bits: the tip of my tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth.
Cliff. Tib. Bits.
To the past 150 or so people who followed this acct it probably seems weird to have two art accts but lemme clarify that initially I started posting minimal effort sketches to a crowd of ~30 people. I never expected any of them to gain any traction, so I understand it seems
The amount of TURMOIL this drawing gave me last night actually had me going insane. The shading. The head. The pose. Actually towards the end I wanted to put him in a generic baseball uniform, but I already put too much time in shading everything for me to change my mind
I used to hate the idea of marriage. Thought of if as an unnecessary heteronormative ritual. But lately the idea of having a man I can call my husband has been seeming mighty appealing lol
I had a crazy addiction to these my senior year of hs to the point where i ate an entire bag of them everyday, 5 days a week. Now whenever I walk in a gas station i start scratching my neck like a crack addict
The time is right, your perfume fills my head, the stars get red, and, oh, the night’s so blue.
And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like, “I love you.”