My mother, age 17 | Myself, age 17

PRINCESS BUBBLEGUM <3 

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When i was younger, i stole change off of my grandfather’s nightstand and my grandmother yelled at me for doing so. When i asked my grandfather if i could keep it, he said i could as long as i shared it with my sister. After splitting the difference, i was left with 26 cents. Every time i would visit after the first incidence, he would replace the coins in the same spot and the rules were always the same and i would always leave there with 26 cents. When he passed away, i put 26 cents into his suit pocket before he was buried. Shortly after, my grandmother came to my house with a small envelope that she found in one of his drawers. It was filled with coins that he would have continued to leave on his night stand, but didn’t get a chance to do so. I cant think of a better way to remember him by than this tattoo. 

Things I love

#001: Staying up past 3am working on art. 

Beautiful song by Saint Saviour. Listen to it! 

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Edward Blake Edwards, Anatomy, 2011

Illustration and final cover design produced for singer Saint Saviour’s lyric book. Following the tragic events in Japan, Saint Saviour wanted to bring in a creative fundraising element to her ‘Anatomy’ EP launch show. Working from a Japanese themed brief spanning cherry blossom to manga horror, her pens for hire illustrated the lyrics of the songs that would be performed at the show. I produced a heart bursting with cherry blossom and the overall design of the front cover. This heart was also used as a projected background at the show.

All proceeds from the booklet are to be donated to the Red Cross Tsunami Relief fund.

Well, I thought this was pretty amazing. 

With all his heart he wanted the door to be barred and not just closed as she had promised him. But it was open. He pushed it with the tips of his fingers and the hinges yielded with a mournful and articulate moan that left a frozen echo inside of him.

Gabriel García Márquez: One Hundred years of Solitude.

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(c) Michelle Avenant ~ 09.04.2012

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Open Happiness

[09/04/2012]

But that night, in his burning bed, he understood that he had to go see her, even if he were not capable. He got dressed by feel, listening in the dark to his brother’s calm breathing, the dry cough of his father in the next room, the asthma of the hens in the courtyard, the buzz of the mosquitoes, the beating of his heart, and the inordinate bustle of a world that he had not noticed until then…

 Gabriel García Márquez: One Hundred years of Solitude.

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Before you go to bed

So, this is what my hair looks like lately. 

#tie-dye  #feather  #pink  #hair