Chicago-based illustrator Diana Sudyka paints folk-inspired works that depict fantastical worlds and landscapes.
anyway, i’ve been learning to knit!
This is some weird new stage of depression i’m watching minecraft lets builds of villages, they aren’t even funny
Just tell me to go to sleep.
Once upon a time, there was a boy.
Sketch him in the soot of Brooklyn: outline the shadows under his eyes with French mud. The white of freezing mountains does for his skin, and the reflection off his metal arm is the harsh and brilliant blue of a spring sky in Washington.
Use blood for the star. Nothing else will do.
Once there was a boy, and you capture him in shades of concrete, of ice, of smoke. Your fingerprints are on his face, the shake of your hand describes that wavering the wind put in his hair.
Once there was a boy. You build him up again, conjure him like a ghost from all the places he was and the gaps he left with his absence, and if the simulacrum isn’t perfect, at least he keeps away the cold.
Once there was a boy, a dark speck of blue, falling end over end into the white, walking toward you down a street that smelled of fire.
I’m realizing I follow comics I don’t read in the same way that some people keep up with celebrities
"Oh, I hear Wolverine’s dead again. Wonder how long that will last."
"So…Nightwing’s a secret agent?"
"Looks like Guy Gardner has a beard now. I don’t like it."
"This is actually kind of crazy. Talk about a weird thing. Rocky Raccoon is one of my favourite songs. For some reason, [the song] just fucking kills me. It’s pathetic; it destroys me. When the role of Rocket Raccoon came upon us, I was talking to James Gunn and I said, ‘I’m doing this movie now, and we’re always tripping on Rocky Raccoon. Isn’t it weird that I’m playing Rocket Raccoon?’ He told me that was the inspiration for the character, that song. I don’t know if that’s the truth, but it’s what he said, which if that’s the truth, it’s kind of insane.”
The Howling Commandos Files - Italy, 1943
collected by the SSR and preserved in the memoir “The War Was In Color,” coming soon.
"Damnit, Bucky! These are official!"
"Then you’re officially a jerk."