hello arts ink. I have taken over…this is my first post ever….watch out….
my comic is about things i find on the ground on campus bc i always feel sad bc they’re left behind.
pic of smashed ted the bear below…
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~Sappy Daze~ Day 17
From A Poor Secret Admirer Probably I’m determined to become rich with loving memories of you and I. Unlike money, love can’t be measured, so prove you love me with a savings account of romantic adventures: Front-row seats to a symphony of your snores and whispers. A limited edition perfume of your morning breath. A proposal so sweet it’s topped off with a ring pop. A honeymoon lavishly decorated with your goofy smile. Yes, I confess I’m a gold digger. I’m greedy to live a broke life with unbroken love. If you’re okay with that, won’t you be my lover, my clearance aisle breadwinner? - Sappy
LOG_042_FJORDS
Both warning and shelter at once, this fortress is one of several way stations for island hoppers navigating the icy southern archipelagos of 1c. The surrounding region is often covered in a dense fog and low-lying clouds thanks to lava-driven upwellings, and the occasional eruption can cause severe, localized storms, making the region one of the most perilous to traverse. Like most structures on 1c, it has a deep underground network for harnessing geothermal energy and a small cache of resources in the event that a visitor requires shelter from a storm.
Ringo From the Stars | Happy Palentine’s!
The newly-formed pals, Ringo and Dave, wish you a wonderful Palentine’s Day! Have a wonderful day with your friends and loved ones <3
~Sappy Daze~ Day 16
From Your Secret Admirer Probably I like your smile: the way it crinkles your eyes at the end like an elderly person’s despite your youthful face. It makes me dream we’ll grow old together, like your overworn white tee that I wore too: I liked how the shirt smelled of you. Your scent makes me hungry. I can keep my hunger at bay by listening to my favorite piece on repeat: a cacophony of a symphony performed by our starving bodies. The melody of our groans and the rich vibrato of our stomachs harmonize beautifully. Our laughter: the percussive and catchy beat. I think we should become music majors. That way our starvation for one another will forever play in a cannon more famous than D. - Sappy
Capturing Campus: The Archway
The Archway
my great-grandmother had a house
she’s gone
but the house breathes
its strange breaths
strange faces
strange furniture
strange footsteps
imprinted by foreign feet
I remember the house
and it’s frightening to think that someday I won’t
that nobody will
that the memory will die with me
you’re getting so tall
she said before we left
beneath the archway in her living room
neither she nor I will ever stand beneath it
again, I am frightened that the memories
won’t be memories anymore
not that they will be conflagration-charred
cataclysmically-consumed
made holed and holy by a marksman’s arsenal
but that they will dry up and fade
wet footprints on concrete
during the fourth of July
when the weather was warm as the parade marched by
I sat inside a home I might never see
again, I am frightened
that anyone and everything is only mine
for a little while
that life is only for a little while
