It feels a bit broken.

Saturday I had a sport-accident and my right wrist cracked. It was almost funny, but in truth it hurts like hell. i can't draw, write, and even typing hurts. I try to smile, but it's hard. I want my right hand back. Now.

Passing by

egoism III.

Here it comes~~
The Mad Cessation.

The Picture of Dorian Gray

At weekend i read this fantastic novel of Oscar Wilde. His style was amazing, and the story, well - i can't say a word, I'm still under the charm of Dorian Gray.
Eternally young - it's all, what he, I and everyone else want so much.
And what's it's price? Is conscience really important? I still don't know.

But the world of this novel, vanity with opiate cigarettes~ hm, it's full of beauty and decay<3

Second post

I wanted to say it in an other post, but:


I fuckin hate you, my dear home, Hungary!

Angels wear Martens.

And here's the second drawing of 'Egoism'. [Yes, the first one was trick or treat : D]
I like the cheshire cat tattoo the most x'3. [and my martens, of course. xD]

The new one

I begin to work on a new drawing. Okay, yet i just got some photos, but i know the concept. ; D It'll be full with stars~ [Yes, i like stars very much] So it'll be an fuckin bored angel with martens boots, of course. I want to draw it so much, but in 7 hours i have to get up and go to school X___x