tell her we've been lickin' coconut skins

acryl auf pappe, aug '10

nur mal so in 10 min hingerotzt um farbe zu verschwenden.
und zu üben.
und um die neuen pinsel auszuprobieren. hauptsächlich das.

does she know we've been hangin' out?

let's go, kill some cuntz

 i hate these damn WHORES!!!!!!!!!!!!
and i hate myself for letting this infect me so much............
FUCKIN BITCHES!
ima bust some heads soon....
seriously, if they don't get a grip, ima catch a fuckin' case!

carpet-day

kreide uff bordstein, '10

 crazy how he still makes me shiver calling me, telling me he comes over after work.

everyday the same.
but still after nine months it makes me grin.

school's overrated anyway...

6,4 x 8,9 cm, 21/10/10

i know that she knows i'm not far from his skin.
why we always end up closer than close,
or fighting like cats and dogs.
dunno why i'm tryin' to do this to myself, this whole friendship-thing.


achso: charakter nennt sich sugar, (c) bei irgendsonem weib, wollte nur ausprobieren wie das so mit nach vorgaben zeichnen läuft.
ging ganz gut....
usually i'm not very into this whole fantasy-thing, but it was fun.
i'm not into anything too much today, i guess.
i really wish he was here right now.
i don't feel very well today.

braintrash 3

kuli, beides zusammen A4, '08

sehr alt

schon früh war meine seltsame affinität zu brüsten erkennbar...

was dedicated to the moon again

finally took it off the wall...

i guess, he likes it better this way.

"Dann lüge ich in sein schönes Gesicht:

Ich wünsche ihm Unglück, dass ihn zerbricht." 

       (eva strittmatter: "der winter nach der schlimmen liebe")

wie uns auf den leib geschrieben.

ich liebe eva strittmatter, ihr mann ist auch sehr genial...

schade, dass ich ein zu schlechter mensch bin, um ihn einfach für immer zu lieben für das, was er Gutes für mich getan hat.

ich werde ihn wohl für immer tief in mir hassen für all das andere.

adidas zx

'10

die idee stammt nicht von mir.
ich weiß nicht mehr woher, aber nicht aus meinem kopf.
lediglich der chara+clothes belongs to me.
lover her shoes!

i'm not okay with this whole boyfriend-exboyfriend-myself-between-both-of-them-bullshit.
what did the wolf do yesterday exactly except drinkin' so much that he probably can't remember anything!!?
fuck!

even my boyfriend says there's sumthing really wrong with my brain

'08

very old and not very good.
can't count the innumerable times i drew my moon.
i remember every single time he broke my heart like it's been yesterday.
he was my inexhaustible muse.
the fuel to my fire.
it still fuckin' hurts.
he will never understand what he did to me.
too bad.

and the one i should think about now just wrote me that he loves me.
without reason, just to tell me.
i can't remember the moon doin' that.

what the FUCK is the matter with me, that i can't just accept how happy i am!?
"you're like the root to my evil,
u let my devil come out me,
you let me beat the shit out u,
before u beat the shit out me.
and no matter how much, too much is never enough.
maybe cause we're crazy in love?"