I've learned to live half alive- that was the easy part. Now comes the time to learn the hard part- how to live half dead
Marilyn Monroe’s diet;
Breakfast
Orange juice or stewed prunes.
Cereal.
2 slices of crisp toast with butter.
1 cup of milk or cocoa.
Snack
1 cup of milk, 1 cracker.
Lunch
1 egg any style or 2 tablespoons of cottage cheese
1 potato (baked or mashed) or spaghetti, or 1/2 a cup of noodles.
1 slice of stale toast or bread with butter.
Jello or cooked fruit.
Snack
1 cup of milk and cracker.
Dinner
Lean beef, or chicken, or lamb chop, or sweetbreads, or fish, or chicken liver.
1 potato (any way but fried)
1/2 cup of tomatoes or beets, or carrots, or spinach, or string beans, or peas (pureed or strained).
1 slice of bread with butter
Dessert Junket or custard or tapioca or rice pudding or baked apple pie.
Late night snack
Eggnog.
Maria Feodorovna (26 November 1847 – 13 October 1928), born Princess Dagmar of Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Glücksburg and later Princess Dagmar of Denmark, was Empress consort of Russia as spouse of Emperor Alexander III. She was the second daughter of King Christian IX of Denmark and Louise of Hesse-Cassel. Among her children was the last Russian monarch, Emperor Nicholas II, whom she outlived by ten years.
Just another quick practice piece. I am trying to simplify line work and “color” separations as much as possible, while still having them (or at least the line work) stupidly complex. This is by no means anything to write home about, but I think it came out pretty nicely.
Somewhere between “needing to get laid” drawings and “unicorn” drawings, there are “girls are babes” drawings. And really, does anyone need anymore reason to draw than that? It has also recently come to light that I have a serious weakness for clavicles and ridiculously large hoop earrings. Maybe this has to do with my long-standing fantasy of having a Cholita girlfriend that will protect me in knife fights.
goodbye
i am slowly starting to think that there is no point in life. before i just said that because thats how i felt. as the days go by, its starting to look like it. experiances and people are starting to convince me, but not other wise.
emptyness
so i was listening to this new song.. and after a while i finally got the lyrics and im like eww. but its not.
how many guys would stop in between “pleasure” and just hug you and tell you your worth more than just this one night. the one i had is gone. actually who even knows he would have done that.. it all could be lies
you know that emptyness someone creates in you, that hatred, anger towards everyone else; epp life- thats what he has done. When will he chase after me? am i not loveable? am i not worth another chance.. was i only worth one chance, while i gave out so many.
Only some people are lucky to be blessed with a guy who doesnt leave you. one who stays by yourside. i thought i was one of them… but ive been compeled to believe im not.
