30/04/2014

napiraiz #120


And I don't mean in a ‘Jesus is my rock’ way, because that totally would make sense, but no, in a ‘here's a little piece of dirty rock, it looks quite okay, why the hell don't you give up your whole life for it?’ way. Tempting.

29/04/2014

napiraiz #119


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25/04/2014

napiraiz #117

You know – despite of my huge love towards ponies – I don't usually do drawings with horses. There is a reason. Because when I do, it usually looks like this:

22/04/2014

napiraiz #114


Believe or not, we in Hungary celebrate the resurrection of Jesus not (only) by going on a wellness-holiday, but these amazing tradidions. Or instead of sprinkling stinky stuff, men could also pour a bucket of water on women, because if we change clothes four or five times a day, and dry our hair as well, we will be able to give birth to a lot of children which is just brilliant, isn't it. 
(Gawwwd I need to change workplace!)

18/04/2014

napiraiz #113

No it's not sassy it's freakin annoyed to hell. And it's not today, it's forever. And it's not me it's everyone.

13/04/2014

napiraiz #109


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11/04/2014

napiraiz #108

He realized later though that his senses were wrong about me when I was jumping a half hour in their trampoline.

08/04/2014

napiraiz #105


Fact. I live in Hungary's most beautiful town (yes, Ísztör, sush), in the nicest possible part of it. So much green and green and green and a lovely tiny river with a lovely tiny waterfall and flowers everywhere and just... whoooa! But all this is the best in spring, because there isn't too hot to be alive, of course, and because of the ginormeous amount of cherry-blossom. Now just look what a gorgeous sight I have from my window. It's like tons of petals covering you and taking over you and maybe trying to absorb you as a gigantic floral monster (okay, bad metaphor. Forget it. Just look.)


The answer to your question is yes. You are allowed to be jealous.