I don't know. I like to write, and I like to draw, and I really like to spend hot afternoons outside, elbow-deep in grass, trying to get the right angle to take a great shot of a violet. Either way, I do like different things in the art world, but I don't want to limit myself. So if you stumble across this page, you're probably going to (eventually) see a lot of different things.
It's almost noon on a Monday afternoon, and I haven't really done anything yet, but that's pretty typical. I'm hungry, but I'm too lazy to eat, and I have a sorta-started sorta-story that I'm supposed to write for my ~*BFFL*~ but, of course, once more, I'm feeling a little lazy.
I am, however, going to finish reading this book today, so suck it up and go with it.








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Ohne Bleistift bin ich nicht glücklich.
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Don't forget who's taking you home, and in whose arms you're gonna be,
So darling, save the last dance for me. ♫
- M. Bublé
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[ picaresque. ]
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Nothing's impossible I have found,
For when my chin is on the ground,
I pick myself up,
Dust myself off,
Start all over again!
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[ picaresque. ]
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Nothing's impossible I have found,
For when my chin is on the ground,
I pick myself up,
Dust myself off,
Start all over again!
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[ picaresque. ]
How about you? A little more light-hearted, I hope.
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"I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me." - T.S. Eliot
I'm pretty good. Just got over a head cold, and I'm glad it's finally spring!
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[ picaresque. ]
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