Inmemoryofemerson - Gothic Artist - Tumblr Blog

My favorite version of Black Canary

My interpretation of depression

Another version of my oc with a tattoo, should he keep it?

I made my first original character, I haven’t named him, suggestions welcomed

Isolation from all problems, true freedom

The beautiful silver fox, symbolizing cleverness

The more colorful, the deadlier it be

No man made structure can hold up to the power that is nature

Nature is the immortal artist

Simply misunderstood creatures

Simply misunderstood, beautiful creatures

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Someone: “Man, I wish my favorite male character was unnecessarily oversexualized.”

Me: 

By Lenka Simeckova

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Sun, sun go away.. Don't come back until I say

The Queen of Darkness herself

I don’t have a fear of commitment - I have a fear of abandonment. We all screw things up; I screw things up, especially with the people I love. I get needy, I get moody, I get distant, I want to be too close, I get confused. I don’t understand all of it but I keep pushing because I hope in this thing - the universe. There’s no way I’m the only person out there who wants something this bad. If I want it, someone else out there must, too.

Daily Tumblr Love Quotes (via thelovewhisperer)

The amount of accuracy in one post is almost terrifying.

Sometimes monsters are the only thing that have stayed by your side..

Curiosity in the mind can be a lethal yet beautiful weapon..

Don't hide until the time comes, that time is now..

Don't let them call you crazy!

I’m a hero in the shadows

Ricky is the source.com (via dreadful-soul)

Ricky is life

You could see the fear in her eyes as if screaming for help. Her dark hair gleamed in the twilight like a gem. She was a swan when she moved, gracefully walking towards me. Yet this time she walked like an elderly women about to collapse from exhaustion. The I had grown thinking her voice was that of an angel. She approached me and spoke with the voice of a helpless child. She hugged me as if she was never going to receive another. Her skin pale as the surface of the moon. She looked at me, her eye liner like swampy puddles had formed under her eyes. Her voice croaked like a frog as she said goodbye. As I saw my angel walk into the sunrise, all I could think was how beautiful she was. ~ WHO WRITE THIS!