Keeper Of The Junk Drawer

Keeper of the Junk Drawer

Lover of maybes

Watcher of doubts

Protector of the unwanted,

Of oddballs left out

Save the scraps of a foreign land

Receipts and tags crinkle in your hand

Change from the divine’s pockets

A forgotten face in an old heart locket

Memories fade but these do not

Trinkets, treasures, tin pots

Be careful keeper of the lost

For under the past the present may rot

A lot of times when I say I’m bored people think I’m just telling them that I feel ‘meh’.

But that’s not it.

I mean I feel like a star about to go supernova, so much energy forced down inside so I can sit still during a dull lesson that just can’t seem to get to the point I want to combust in an explosion of blinding light, heat and color. I want to see- I want to be the death and rebirth of a sun, the beginning of something new. But alas, the best I have to ease this woe is silly putty and computer solitaire.

Ngl I would gladly live in the house from Coraline if it weren’t for the horrors

Made a lil Luz playing card!

A little portrait of another character from my wip novel, she's uh- mid villain arc, don't mind her arson.

It’s always hard to get a good picture of traditional art, but here’s a comic-like panel of events from the beginning of one of my books.