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@ me

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paint by numbers except I’m making the numbers

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for all the artists out there, here are my favorite resources i use to learn!

Files

The Complete Famous Artist Course

Art Books and Resources

Art, Anatomy, and Color Books

PDF Files of Art Books

YouTube

My YouTube Playlist of Tutorials

How to Draw Facial Features

Drawing and Art Advice

Drawing Lessons

Art Fundamentals

Anatomy of the Human Body

2D Animation

Perspective Drawing

Websites

Pinterest Board for Poses

Another Pinterest Board for Poses

Reference Angle

Figurosity

Sketch Daily

Human Anatomy

Animal Photo References

Humanae - Angélica Dass

Fine Art - Jimmy Nelson

Character Design References

CDR's Twitter Account

iamagco's Twitter Account

taco1704's Twitter Account

takuya_kakikata's Twitter Account

EtheringtonBro's Twitter Account

Drawabox

Color Wheel

Color Palette Cinema

Free Images and Pictures

Free Stock Photos

FILMGRAB

Screen Musings

William Nguyen Light Reference Tool

Animation References - sakugabooru

Animation References - Bodies in Motion

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My Nosferatu vampire Yusuf’s human face (pre-embrace)

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A man fell from the sky...! ✨️

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By  Anna Butterbrod  (please do not remove credit)

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MY SKIN IS ON FIRE AND I WANT TO THROW UP GODDAMMIT SHUT THE THOUGHTS OFF NOTHING IS EVEN WRONG

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“I want to know what passion is. I want to feel something strongly.”

— Aldous Huxley (via quotemadness)

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Do you ever just listen to a song and want to swallow its lyrics and have the melody run through your veins and just become the beauty of the song itself all while reflecting it’s emotional essence to the entirety of the world 

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i personally love to over analyze everything and suffer

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I miss the passion of being in love. Like, hopelessly, head over heels, heart achingly in love. When I’d feel my heart skip a beat when your name showed up on my phone with a “Hey :),” and how I’d try not to respond right away for fear of seeming clingy but not being able to help myself because I loved talking to you so much. I miss how we had our own way of talking, that was perfect because we never misunderstood each other and were unafraid to talk about random or intriguing ideas; how we could be flirty and love-y but still have serious conversations that were engaging. I miss how the majority of our conversations were effortless.How we could disagree on many things yet I was never annoyed with you, instead our differences and discussions made me fall harder for you. We never fought but would talk, and I think you were the only person who I never got into a fight with while discussing differences and beliefs. I miss how every flaw you had only seemed like another reason to love you. I miss how the feeling of your hand in mine or your arm around me, or your lips on mine, or your embrace was like two puzzle pieces coming together; a perfect fit. I miss your smell, the one of faded clean sheets mixed with fresh air. I miss your blue eyes with green mixed into the right one. I miss the little teasing fights where you’d try to get me to wear your jersey even though I had the exact same one and was too lazy to get it out of my bag so you offered me yours to keep me warm even though I was leaving in five minutes anyway. I miss talking to you until you fell asleep with your phone in your hand. I miss the good morning texts. I miss walking around the square with you talking about everything and nothing, or doing random stuff just because we could. I miss running as fast as we could into the plaza and out of it just to buy a bubble wand on impulse, my hand in yours following right behind your fast pace. I miss how right after, we’d give our trinkets to little kids nearby. I miss walking the museum with nothing better to do, and you pulling me aside quickly and planting a kiss on my lips in a recreated firefly cave because you just wanted to kiss my right then and there. I miss the “I miss you”s when I was away on a long trip. I miss the running through the pouring rain just to try and see you after your parade before you got dragged away. I miss the excitement of shopping for a new shirt because I can’t wait to have you see how pretty I’ll look in it. I miss you walking me to my stop. I miss the fluttery feelings and the good morning kisses and the ache I would feel when I was away from you for even a moment. I miss your laugh and your smile and your silliness. 

I miss us. 

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♱ dark ♱

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