OH MY GOD THERE DOESNT EVEN HAVE TO BE TEXT FOR THIS SHIT IM DYING
drawing the nose
drawing the other eye
expressing an opinion on tumblr
I have never seen a more accurate portrayal of my creative process.
The brain looks like a platypus.
This is the most accurate thing since ever
Red, this is us…well, mostly me…
AGH! THAT SECOND ONE! And the second to last one. *headdesk*
ohh my gOHD. They got more accurate. Story of my life, people.
I’m actually still in my pajamas.
its only 1:30.
Accurate in ways I cannot even— and oddly enough Disney princesses are always the first to come to mind. Except Mulan. She gets it.
Especially this morning.
Denial: I couldn’t have read that totally wrong. It’s just worded weird. The commissioner is just messin’ with me. I couldn’t have messed up the WHOLE THING.
Anger: FUCK I MESSED UP THE WHOLE THING.
Bargaining: Maybe they’ll like it how it is. Maybe I won’t have to re-do it. Maybe they’ll congratulate me on my epic creativity and spunk.
Depression: i want to die. i am cry. please kill me now, i don’t want to live on this planet anymore. so much of my time and energy and precious creative brain babies.. down the draaaaaaaain.
Acceptance (and more anger): Fine FINE I’ll do it again. But I won’t be happy about it.
note: This can also be applied to when my photoshop crashes and I lose all my work or when my computer dies and never turns on ever.. ever again.