Perfect Simplicity

Proof that the mod is in fact still alive. Here. Have an apology sketch that I did during my absence.

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A dress I want…

I am the only one up and I swear I am hearing voices.
-hides under the kitchen table with a pillow and her stuffed frog-
Heeeeeeeedlp

speak-the-movement:

I will be posting my story as an example in a few hours. I hope that you all will join me in making this a movement. Let’s work together and make our stories be heard by other readers.

I cannot wait to hear from you!

With love,

Megan

I wish to write a book.
A nonfiction one.
But I need help.
A lot of help.
And more specifically, Yours.

I have an idea for a book. It will be long and arduous but I believe it will be worth it. However, I first need your input. I need to make sure it will be something that you all are interested in. I need to figure out my target audience and write for the interest of them. The audience would be you. Everyday people, with everyday jobs or lack thereof. I need to know what you would want to read. What you need.
The book would consist of your stories and your pictures. Stories of hope, sorrow, forgiveness, anger, and joy. I need them all as much as I need you. I need people to contribute.
It will take years to get enough stories to start weeding through them to chose what should and should not go in.

Is this something you would read? Is this something you would want to submit something for? Are you willing to have your picture taken for it?

If you are reading through my Facebook, message me your thoughts.
Twitter, tweet me.
Tumblr, message/submit to me.
Thank you for reading.

Much love.

Pick your favourite Owl City song for me to do as an A Capella piece.

My written language. #hackad #language #writing #depression (Taken with instagram)

This is probably the worst Lotus that I’ve ever done. Sorry. Mom asked me to make her a flower picture for her wall. This is the sorry thing she’ll get. ^^’ #art #sketch #colouring #drawing (Taken with instagram)

Per request, my Rp Oncie, MpsOncie and Cutthroat’s Oncie in a pikachu costume. #geist, #onceler #lorax #rp #pokemon (Taken with instagram)

I always wake up with my cheeks wet and my eyes watery. I don’t think it’s tears of sorrow or tears of joy. I just wake up after having cried every morning. I had never really paid attention to it until this morning. I guess all of the stuff from yesterday and my poor health is making me take notice of myself.
I’m guessing that that is what this is. A fluke. Nothing more than my body being stupid again. Not following orders. Not doing what’s natural.
It’s not that my dreams are sad. No, not at all. My dreams normally take flight on the backs of giant bumble bees and pools made of rainbows. Strange and occasionally grotesque in nature, that’s hidden behind the fluff and humour, they take me to the places that only I have access to. No one else has understood their meaning except for myself, and even than it’s only on occasion.

I don’t cry. Never in front of others at least. If I must, I’ll wait until I’m in the shower or in bed before sleep takes me. To wake up with a wet pillow and face is so strange to me. I’m not sure what to make of it.
I’m not upset by it, nor am I disturbed. I don’t feel one way or the other about it for the most part.
Although,
I have one complaint about it, why can’t my eyes be this moist during the day when I’m actually in my contacts? Ha. Again, another annoying fluke in my body. I don’t produce enough tears. Thanks body for being cool like that.

Good morning world. :0) #eyes (Taken with instagram)