December 2011
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Honestly
I can’t bring myself to paint, draw, sketch, write, or anything while miserable. I tend to think of it as the same as when I am mad and don’t want to say things out of spite or hatred. Sort of like never text and ex while depressed or don’t approach my family after an awful day at work; It’s just asking for a poor quality conversation from me. The real feelings for me come...
Anonymous asked: when painting with water color, how do you get the little white spots like to make stars or something? also how do you make it so you can write things in it? like so the paper stays white where you want it to?
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To the man at the gas station who insisted that I...
Fuck you. That knob you kept trying to turn even though I told you not to was for the windshield wiper fluid and the reason you couldn’t get it open was because it pops open. Don’t worry at least one of us knew what was going on.
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Last Night,
my boyfriend looked at me and said “I am completely in love with you… even when you eat all the red gummy bears.”
I proceeded to hand him a bag of gummy bears that was missing all the red ones.
It honestly meant a lot to me to hear that I’m loved for everything that I am, unconditionally.
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