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Contrary to popular belief, I do not hate people in general. I don’t think that anyone really hates people in general. They may testify otherwise, but I think they’re lying. Really, what’s to hate? People are beautiful! They have unlimited potential. They can emote and communicate with the most subtle of impressions. They can create […]
Meredith, what’s your favorite thing? Oh, that’s easy. My favorite thing is the complexity of reality despite its not-necessary-ness? the fact that it didn’t have to exist.* See, however you believe the world got started (I believe in Creation, so this post will be affected by this, the basis of my thought), it didn’t necessarily […]
Okay, I figured that I should let you in on what has partially been hindering me from posting and commenting very often, lately. Here’s the deal. It’s been harder to post personal thoughts because more people that I know in real life have been following me, and I’d been getting to know my virtual friends […]
I’m feeling reasonably open minded right now, which is good for all you opinionated folks. In fact, I really feel like listening to your opinions. That’s why, out of the kindness of my heart, I’ve created a category of “opinions welcome” posts. Of course, your opinions are always welcome at the HQ, but these posts […]
Introducing… Some pen and ink drawings of varying levels of quality and finished-ness. I like this one, although the little boy’s face seems wrong, somehow. I’d love some feedback on that. I love this shamefully incomplete drawing, but can’t seem to find the drive to finish it. I think it looks better from far away. […]
The title says it all. Anyway, here. In other news: I have a YA book review coming up. Sorry I haven’t posted much lately. I haven’t totally forgotten about this blog (trust me*). *Or don’t.
No backstory behind this one. I was bored. Note: that is not to say that I didn’t work hard on this piece. I put a lot of thought and effort into it, and am pleased with the results.
I have been thinking a lot about what it would be like to be a grain of rice. From the start, it seems as though they’re insignificant, one among many being harvested in the fields. Say, the grain of rice in question was “born” in the south of China, where so many others were being […]
I have no idea how to say this, but