Over-excitement Came

Over-excitement came

and replace the anxious days, in this

endless cycle,

rest run away from my overslept nights

I'm tired my dear, I'm tired

And I'm all over the place again

And everything touch me too much too

much too

much

I'm spiraling

I am loosing control am I

Too much

I've been there before

Felt this shame and told these lies

We do not lie

We do not lie to ourselves

And I still, don't want to feel all these feelings

I'm tired my dear, I'm tired

[...]

👑 Loren P. Cabral as royalty? c:

I got, I got, I got, I got Loyalty, got Royalty inside my DNA

Ah, I like it when people unconsciously choose my most extravagant characters, and I end up doing the most ostentatious costumes for them ♥ So yeah Loren is a bit of a show-off and I took my time to honor that (a little too much, I need to take less time on doodles if I want to sleep haha)

Thanks for the ask dear dragon♥

I had fun drawing this, and to be honest I wish I had an occasion to make this outfit in real life :D 

You can always send me an outfit and one (or more) oc, I’ll draw it! 

“Laying in water she became herself; ordinary brown woman, with big legs and full lips. Regular.” -  Ntozake Shange

J'ai eu le plaisir de réaliser le visuel du nouveau podcast de Fania Noël, que j’ai notamment connue via le collectif afro-féministe Mwasi.

Dans ce podcast elle répond à des questions sur le militantisme, l'afroféminisme, la lutte anti-négrophobie... je vous laisse le lien pour vous faire une idée!

http://vudelabas.com/…/12/28/whats-the-f-1-la-contradiction/

I had the pleasure to create the visual of the new podcast of Fania Noël, whoI met through the Afro-feminist collective Mwasi.

In this podcast she answers questions about activism, Afrofeminism, anti-negrophobia... It’s in French but I leave you the link to get an idea!

I want to tear myself from this place, from this reality, rise up like a cloud and float away, melt into this humid summer night and dissolve somewhere far, over the hills. But I am here, my legs blocks of concrete, my lungs empty of air, my throat burning. There will be no floating away.

Khaled Hosseini - Kite Runner (via hopeful-melancholy)

This was supposed to be a quick doodle