About me
I blog whatever comes to mind. Music, fashion, art, and space are big things. I highly suggest you push the random post button, there's some cool stuff on here.
I also post my artwork and my comic Crystal. Crystal is a comic that brings awareness to the suffering that Schizophrenia causes. My experience with Schizophrenia is shared as well, along with tips from my therapist to *hopefully* help others deal with this serious illness.


My mind calls me the Reactor Girl. Reality says I am Emily. Melting and fusing. I have jumped into core 208 - my mind’s boiling point. Calorification is imminent. I want to be white hot energy. This incinerator’s seething grasp is an extravaganza. My thoughts are drowning in rustic pipelines and wire nebulae. I am synthesizing a beautiful and chaotic world. A universe unknown - only able to be seen through my artwork.


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This was meant to be a quick warm up, but it turned into a comic that I’ve wanted to draw for a while. This is something that is extremely important to me, and I appreciate it if you read it.

A while ago, I heard a story that broke my heart. A family went a cat shelter to adopt. The daughter fell in love with a 3-legged cat. The father straight up said “absolutely not”. Because he was missing a leg. That cat was that close to having a family that loved him, but the missing leg held him back. Why?!

Many people have the initial instinct of “nope” when they see an imperfect animal. I get it, but less-adoptable does NOT mean less loveable. 9 out of 10 people will choose a kitten over an adult cat. And those 10% that would get an adult cat often overlook “different” animals.

All I want people to do is be open to the idea of having a “different” pet in their lives. Choose the pet that you fall in love with, but at least give all of them a fair shot at winning your heart.

Don’t dismiss them, they deserve a loving home just as much as any other cat. They still purr, they still love a warm lap, they still play, they still love you. Trust me, next time you are in the market for a new kitty, just go over to that one cat that’s missing an eye and see what he’s all about!

Let me tell to you a thing.

This is Lenore. I first saw her in a little cage at the Petco I frequent (I used to take my parents’ dog in for puppy play time), and she looked like the grouchiest, old, crotchety cat in the world, and I fell instantly in love. She was cranky, she was anti-social, hanging out at the back of her cage. Her fur was matted because she wouldn’t let the groomers near her.

She was perfect.

But I didn’t have a place for her. I wasn’t living in my own space yet, and where I was, I wasn’t allowed cats. So I pressed my face to the bars of her cage and I promised that if no one had adopted her by the time I’d bought a house, I would come back for her.

I visited her every week for over six months while I looked for a house. At one point, they had to just shave her entire rear-end because the mats or fur were so bad. They told me she clawed the heck outta the groomer that did it, screamed the entire time, and spent the next two days growling at anyone that came near the cage.

A couple of weeks later, I closed on my house. I went back and I got an employee, and I said: “That one. I need that cat.”

They got the paperwork and the lady who ran the rescue that was bringing the cats in told me that Lenore (at the time, Lila) was 8 years old, had been owned by an elderly lady who had died, and brought in to a different rescue, who’d had her for six months on top of the time I’d been seeing her at Petco.

This kitty had been living in a 3x3’ cube for over a YEAR because she was older and “less adoptable.”

I signed the paperwork, put her in a cat carrier, and drove her to my new home. I had pretty much nothing; a bed, an old couch, a couple of bookcases, and a tank of mice I called “Cat TV”. I let her out of the carrier and onto my bed, and I told her “I told you I would come back for you when I had a place. It’s not much, but it’s yours too now.”

Lenore spent the next three days straight purring non-stop. She followed me around the house purring. Sat next to me purring. Slept next to me purring. Leaning into every touch, purring, purring, always purring. She still purrs if you so much as think about petting her. She’s amazing, and I love her.

So, you know, if you’re thinking about adopting, and you see a beast that others consider “less adoptable,” think about Lenore.




I cried



Nagisa print for AN2014. : D

I didn’t even plan to finish on Mother’s Day, but somehow it worked out like that! So this is really quite appropriate, and I’m pleased with that U///v///U

Print is up for pre-order!

Alissa from my story “Spider Crack in the Glass World of Alpha Major” finished this today while sweating in the sun trying to avoid crowds at college ugh why did everyone have to be there today anyways i like her so i hope you guys do to

nt people defending psychotic ppl: psychotic people are not violent and dont have violent thoughts!
me, a psychotic person: im violent and i have violent thoughts
Schizophrenia now appears to be a complex outcome of many unrelated causes—the genes you inherit, but also whether your mother fell ill during her pregnancy, whether you got beaten up as a child or were stressed as an adolescent, even how much sun your skin has seen. It’s not just about the brain. It’s not just about genes.
Tanya Marie Luhrman, Beyond the Brain.” (via utnereader)


Winter waves - @elenakalis- #webstagram


They come in waves.


That wasn’t nice.


Zipper May 2014 | Makeup Tutorial: 1 2 3 4 5


  1. Good sleep hygiene: Poor sleep patterns can increase the risk of psychosis, so each night make sure you’re getting the sleep you need by avoiding caffeine in the hours before bed, don’t use laptops or phones in the bedroom, have a set wake up time each day and avoid high energy activities in the…



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Were these kids doped up or what

The weirdest shit happened to me today. I was walking to class and passed this group of kids who kept calling out to me “hey Asian girl hey Asian girl come here”. I know they were talking about me because the only other people around were two African-American girls. I know I have Asian looking hair but if their dumb asses took a second to actually look at my face they’d see I’m like the whitest person ever. And this is not the first time I’ve gotten this. I’ve had people tell me I look Asian or like an ancient Egyptian because of my hair and eyeliner. Which yeah, I love both of those cultures so it shows up in my style, but still…? I’m obviously a pasty ass white girl. I have a sea of freckles invading my body and I turn into a lobster in the sun ok damn. And what the fuck? Who tries to get someone’s attention by going “hey Asian girl”? That’s just rude as hell. :/

PS: I wasn’t even wearing my eyeliner today which made the whole thing more odd.



I heard Janice today after my Spanish test. I only seem to hear her when it’s deafeningly quiet. But she wasn’t saying anything negative, so that’s good. (None of the voices have really been super negative lately and I haven’t been hearing them every day.) I couldn’t even really understand what she was saying. It was like her voice was melting into the white noise (just barely audible air conditioners) which put me in a trance almost. But not in a bad way.