Actually, no.

This blog isn’t really too much fun for me anymore. I just get anxious now.

So I’m gonna draw everything in my ask and post it sometime next week, then skidaddle up on outta here.

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I’m supposed to be bowing, but I forgot how to draw.

I’m supposed to be bowing, but I forgot how to draw.

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We should be BFFs and watch Dead Like Me and get really deep thoughts and cry but be happy and sad about it and appreciate what we have and and and…

We should be BFFs and watch Dead Like Me and get really deep thoughts and cry but be happy and sad about it and appreciate what we have and and and…

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I’ll get a mask. Someday. Probably.

Until then, I’ll be more creative than this when hiding my face.

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If only.

If only.

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The Curse of Curves by Cute is What We Aim For

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You know you want me.

You know you want me.

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Why do people ask me to draw them? I only have 5 minutes! I’m not very good!
I’m sorryyy.

Why do people ask me to draw them? I only have 5 minutes! I’m not very good!

I’m sorryyy.

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I drew me a lot bigger than I should be. I’m not that big.

I drew me a lot bigger than I should be. I’m not that big.

nowhiteknights:

Once upon a time, there was a boy and girl. After dinner, the girl would follow the boy into the study. As he sat behind his elaborate gaming setup, she’d sit on the floor next to his office chair. He’d stare at the computer screen as she flipped through the pages of a book. She wanted to be close to him, to feel the presence of another human being. It was like the sensation of wrapping in a cold blanket. It may not feel like it, but it has the potential to warm you. But it wasn’t enough to share a house like it was a seat on a bus, politely asking what happened if either broke the silence with laughter from the separate stories in which they were engaged. She wanted him to play her like his video game, to spend hours trying to reach the next level of her. She wanted to read him like her favorite book, over and over again until she could recite the words even where the words were smudged, even where the page was torn.

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I sure do love intellectuals. ;D 

I sure do love intellectuals. ;D 

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Drawn in high school. I liked stick figures, okay?

Drawn in high school. I liked stick figures, okay?

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Oui oui, I miss thee.

Oui oui, I miss thee.

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Oh hey. It’s an owl. Go figure.

Oh hey. It’s an owl. Go figure.

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This is how I show my affection…

This is how I show my affection…