fun fact: i tried getting into parkour a while back, but i was too scrawny to do shit. this was my favorite vault
i solemnly swear i will post more art. i seem to have forgotten how to draw for fun.
#13 - Man-Made Men by Terry Le
Last night was terrible. It was one of those nights where no matter how you turn and grumble, your bed insists on molesting you, your body insists on aching. After long, long moments I finally relinquished my pillows to the ground and my body to the cold. I bunched up my blankets at the foot of my bed and crawled over, flipping my sense of equilibrium crassly. My toes curled at the tip of the headboard, my arms curled under a hill of blankets, and suddenly I was facing the window which usually lingered behind me.
holy shit Terry
#12 - Blotlings by Terry Le
The following are a collection of thoughts and words born of random moments. I call them Blotlings, mini-blots that I send off in a lovely email to a select few companions. They are at times brief, at times rambling, but most of all, they are the embodiment of fleeting thoughts and emotions that mold me day by day, threatening to devour my conscious as I recognize it. In the select few presented here, you will hear me spit maxims, clever one-liners, melodramatic poetry, and convoluted emotions. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.
some concentrations from my portfolio
#11 - 11:44 by Terry Le
My memory eludes me, but I believe it happened one evening over a Skype chat with two friends. It had just turned 11:44pm and I remember eyeing it curiously and thinking aloud, “11:44. That sounds familiar. Is that time important or something?” My conversing companions denied any association with the particular time and I continued, “Ha. We should call ourselves 11:44 or something. That’d be cool.”
warm up doodles that somehow turned into homestuck
dead deers have been this reappearing thing in my dreams for a while so i thought i’d spiffy one up and draw it out
