Anyway I’m Feelin Out The Sadness

Zephyrus ou Le Brise-Vent

My 2021 entry for my college illustration contest. We were tasked with creating a 5-page illustration children's book. Le Brise-Vent is the story of a young girl who befriends the western wind, Zephyrus. But in inviting it inside her house, faces the damage left by the unruly, uncontrollable wind.

Do you fancy a fine fabric ?

Linart and detail !

Also : Symbolism, baby !

Feeling my master's thesis deadline looming oh so very menacingly

Gosh yes this is the mood. The show (and comics which I have just binge read in a day) have thrown me into such an array of confusing feelings, about my teenage regrets, my 15 year old self, my current life, why I am "like this" and how I miss everyone, while fighting for my life to manage my master's thesis deadlines and other things !!!

The story filled me with such a warmth I needed years ago and here, and now, I am completely clueless with what to do with it and most importantly : what to do without it.

being someone in their early 20’s watching heartstopper is such an overall emotional experience. there’s jealousy happiness joy longing regret sadness hope loss and most of all fucking final exam anxiety crushing us while we try to study but can’t because NICK FUCKING NELSON GOT A 62% ON THE BUZZFEED AM I GAY QUIZ.

guten fucking morgen

The EP–1320 Medieval is, amazingly, a real gadget being sold by Teenage Engineering — it’s a “beat machine” (or “instrumentalis electronicum”) loaded with a bunch of musical phrases & instruments from the Dark Ages. “This is ludicrous and I love it.”

Don’t know who needs to hear this but you can have your joyful teenage queer romance at ANY age. You are not too old to have this happy relationship. You can live your queer teenage fantasies at any age, I promise it’s never too late for you to have it.

There'll be a moment when you realise you're 27 when yesterday you were just 17; and you wouldn't be able to tell how a decade passed away and your life got divided into before and afters. The fury of youth will subdue and nothing will really change but everything will feel different when you look at old photographs and blurry videos taken on cheap mobile phones. Scents will remind you of childhood and certain friends you don't talk to anymore, hangouts will become reunions and mom's burnt pie will become the best food you ever had. And I know on some days you won't be able to show anything of those 10 years but I hope you remember to breathe, and let go of the knot in your chest. I hope you go out in the sun and live a little, because tomorrow is 37.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned