Illustrated Sentiments
I call them sketched feelings. Sometimes there are no feelings attached to it, but always an inspiration behind it. Go to my older blog to see my earlier 'Story Of A Terrible Drawing' illustrations here: SOATD
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The Nerve (Excerpt)
Let me know when you’re done pretending that in your mind there was no plan that I was blindsided, kept tightly in the dark until it all made sense for your selfish little heart and my hips you no longer needed to climb. I’ll spare my pettiness, I say, but why should I? when I have the right to be an authoritarian about who and what makes me cry. You mouth that I don’t deserve it, while your actions say otherwise. The nerve! I screamed inside as your callousness amplified. Again and again, ’til the end of time, your character’s proven to be as feeble as humankind. I should’ve known…what…
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Self-expression and Human Relations
What do you do when you’re sad, happy, or angry? How do you let other people know what you’re feeling, should they need to know? Notice any patterns of behavior in the way you express your emotions? That’s your way of self-expression and it’s part of your personality. Don’t you usually feel better after you say something that you might’ve wanted to “get off your chest”? When you express those feelings or concerns, be it to someone else or to yourself, the weigh may come off right away. That is because being heard and understood are crucial for a stable emotional state. But expressing your thoughts and feelings doesn’t always…
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Stationery by SayEtcétera
This is just to remind you, my dear readers, that I make these little designs, which then end up as a greeting card on Zazzle — and in other paper forms. They do the printing, mailing, etc., and the final product comes out looking really nice and cute. (Proud stationery parent over here.) You can customize it to your liking, as well. Check it out sometime when in need of an unconventional greeting card. 💌 Greeting Cards by SayEtcétera
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A Walk in the (Snowy) Park
We met on a social media comment section of a popular page. Arguing about each other’s point of view, we took the angry exchange to direct messaging. Well, he DM-ed me first. He said he was sorry if he came off as too aggressive, but he wanted to end the convo in good terms because I “seemed like a cool girl.” Oh here we go… I thought. I sent him a thumbs-up emoji and wrote, “no hard feelings.” I meant it. After a couple of days, when things calmed down on that page and I thought this crazy guy had gone away, I woke up to a ton of “likes” by…
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Oh, the Pain
Some days I feel like the child of Sylvia Plath and Edgar Allan Poe, if they had had one together. I think a bit of “darkness” is all right from time to time — if we only had sunlight it’d be tough to sleep, wouldn’t it? The point is every emotion and state of being is important; it makes us human. Here’s a silly thing: when I think of feelings of emptiness and nothingness, I think of Emo. And when I think of Emo…I can’t help thinking of those South Park episodes now where they mock these feelings with the Goth and Emo Kids, particularly a hair-flipping kid named Pete,…
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Dig a little deeper, from another angle
I am highly inspired by the inspired, and the inspiring; by the extraordinary and the sublime; by confidence and humility. And thankfully, we can find that kind of inspiration all around us. Sometimes you just have to dig a little deeper, look a little closer — perhaps from a different angle.
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That’s So Me
That’s me — the woman with the misjudged good intentions and misused overqualifications. Underestimated by many and rejected by plenty. Always seeking refuge in all the wrong arms; playing it safe just to end up with scars. That’s me.
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Let Your Hair Down
Girl, put your records on Tell me your favorite song, You go ahead, let your hair down. Sapphire and faded jeans I hope you get your dreams Just go ahead, let your hair down. You’re gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow. –Corinne Bailey Rae
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Across the Bed
On my back sometimes across the bed I lay, answers I search arms spread out, I’m down in defeat as if by doing so, life would change a bit Doesn’t it feel like the most comforting thing? Doesn’t it feel like the ceiling is listening? Maybe baring my soul for the unknown gives me some weird kind of hope? I have more questions than answers but if you do get life, say so.
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Batsh*t Crazy Makes Me Drink
Here’s a little story. I remember the night of November eighth. I wanted to go to a bar, be in the middle of the action, get ready to celebrate Hillary Clinton’s victory–just as I had for Obama last two elections. But sh*t escalated quickly. My friend wanted to go to her brother’s house instead, so I went with her. Now I was stuck at this house with nothing but one glass of wine and a baby sleeping upstairs. Add personal troubles to the mix and here was a worst-case scenario at its best. Meanwhile, as the results kept coming in, all I wanted to do was go outside and scream.…
