Come at me, bro.


I’m about to face a couple of challenges for the next few days.


All i can say is…

Come at me, bro.

• stuff i used were sharpie, .4 gray stabilo pen,  black and lighter gray faber castell markers.

‘Til next page of my sketchbook.



Moving on


Me trying to get over you like…

I am kidding of course. I hardly drink to get drunk anymore. Sometimes i wish i could but drowning one’s sorrow leads to one massive hangover.

So i just doodle “the feels” on my sketchbook.

Found this particular quote on tumblr.

I’m on instagram, by the way





Everything is well curated on instagram. Pretty photos of pretty view with pretty people captioned with pretty words. These are some of the thing I don’t post there.

Pretty has never really been my core aesthetic (it sounds so pretentious, i’m crackin myself up). Sometimes i go ugly and raw.

These photos are very personal and reflects myself more than any selfies i could ever post. I know. It is kinda icky.

But hey, this is my blog anyway.