Clingy Couple

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#bff, #illustration, #kissingcouple, #love, #marriage, #valentine, blackandwhite, penandink, sketchbook

Contrary to all the relationship advice, my husband and I continue to be super clingy. We do everything together and feel no need for separate lives. Which is not to say that we are uber affectionate in public or anything. And it seems to me that if we grow old together we will be a lot like this.

Join the Dots

I have spewed out all the dots.

Connecting the dots may seem easy and possibly rewarding to you. But it will just end up in scribbles and intersecting lines all over the page. No shape or form will emerge to provide clarity. Because my dots are merely truths. Not design.

Spoon

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#love #marriage #spooning #cuddles #expatlife #longdistance #relationships #illustration #art #writing

For five years of my marriage, I slept alone on one side of a double bed.
Now, this is how we sleep.

I call it the semi-spoon.

The Last Unicorn

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#art, #drunkgirls, #feminist, #illustration, #love, #marriage, #men, #relationships, #unicorns, #writing

As self indulgent as this sounds, and I realise most people feel this way about the men they love, I have found the ever elusive, the very last, non-sexist, kind, generous and loving man on this planet.
And he is not embarrassed of me, my foot-in-mouth disease, my loud drunken self, or my wobbly bits.

I see you, baby. And you are magical.

ps: The illustration is mine but the frame was downloaded from DesignSponge

Past life regression

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#art, #pastlife #soul #god #dog #loyalty #illustration #art, #photo #photography #writing #love #music

When I was a wee baby in my mother’s womb, I was a very weak foetus, and I suspect, a bit depressive. During labour, the doctors had trouble getting me out, seeing as how I had suffocated myself with my own umbilical chord. Attempted foetal suicide? Perhaps.

In the process, I kind of died for a few minutes. They put me on artificial resuscitation and eventually, I came back to the party. Now, during that time, here’s what I think happened.

My depressive soul had left my body and everyone Up there was all ” Oh, we lost one!” until in the last minute when they realised they had made a mistake. Then they had to quickly supply a substitute soul. The soul that was available immediately was that of a dog.

And so, on the outside, I am a woman. Inside, I am a big fat Labrador. I am lazy, like to sleep all the time, cannot keep myself from food, wag my tail for everyone until I get kicked, and pretty much sell out to cuddles and love. O, and I am loyal like a dog, too. If you hurt someone I love, I WILL bite you.