I took the day off to draw a comic about something that I’ve never really discussed with anyone before - at least not all of it. I don’t know why I felt the need to do this NOW - this was about three years ago, my sophomore year of college. And I use the term “comic” loosely because it’s really just a series of scribbled pictures - I may try to clean it up at some point. And it’s pretty long so it’s under a cut.
If you remember my Holy Ghost comic, it took place at about the same time as this.
I should say there are probably some trigger warnings for self-harm, suicide, and (maybe) eating disorders under there - it’s not as bad as it sounds I promise, but be warned.
“That raises again the eternal question: is the whole of life visible to us or do we in fact know only the one hemisphere before we die? For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream, in the same simple way as I dream about the black dots representing towns and villages on a map. Why, I ask myself, should the shining dots in the sky be any less accessible to us than the black dots on a map of France? If we take the train to get to Tarascon or Rouen, then we take death to go to a star. What is certainly true in this reasoning is that while we are alive we cannot go to a star, any more than, once dead we could catch a train. It seems not impossible to me that cholera…and cancer could be means of celestial transportation, just as steamboats, omnibuses and railways serve that function on earth. To die peacefully of old age would be to go there on foot.”— Vincent Van Gogh
tonight was a ceramics department pub crawl it was supper awesome and fun. One of my professors was there and it was cool. While i was in the bathroom a guy complemented my hair but tried to touch it….it was weird.
If I were any more tired I would be asleep. But I’m not, I’m checking tumblr in a coffee shop….also the lady next to me is talking about how she used to wrote canonized starwars novels…I’m in heaven or Narnia or whatever.