literally all you need for a character design indicative of who she is is shorts. thats all. what the fuck.
seen from Spain
seen from Türkiye

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Canada
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Saudi Arabia

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Germany

seen from United States
literally all you need for a character design indicative of who she is is shorts. thats all. what the fuck.
Za młodzi by kochać za starzy by wciąż spać pełni energii błąkamy się po świecie pełnym sprzeczności nie znamy miłości znamy działanie nie rozróżniamy uczuć ale szukamy gdzieś w zakamarku świata musi być coś dla nas. ~ Alter ego
Kiedy spojrzałeś mi w oczy, nie wiedziałam co zrobić, czy mam odwrócić wzrok, podejść, czy po prostu patrzeć na Ciebie. Zagubiłam się w Twoich oczach, były jak otchłań, która pociągła mnie na samo dno. Nie wiedziałam co począć, więc dałam się porwać. ~ Alter ego
My Alter Ego
At times I feel like I can’t show the world the real me, because it might scare them away. And that is why I succumb to this alter ego in which you've come to know as my blog, trying desperately to reach out to others who are like me- lost.
Sometimes I will feel so strong about something, whether it’s a quote, or a passage, or an image and I want to desperately share it with the world. So, like many others, I post it onto my Facebook. And afterwards I just feel stupid. Why? Because no one seems to care.
Call me dumb and naïve, but I thought humans interact with each other via sharing their views and opinions? Yes, I admit it, sometimes the stuff I post can be random. But most of the time, they’re just stuff that is deep, stuff that provokes so much thought that I have to post it in order to invite others to think with me. To help me understand.
And whilst you can laugh at me for being too optimistic, or just being sad, I dare to postulate the idea that people are afraid of sharing aspects of themselves which might otherwise differ from the stereotype of today’s society.
People are afraid to like, or voice their opinions because they are afraid of their inner voice. A voice which says – “Yes, I am weird, just like you.”
But who am I to judge those stereotypes? For I have a Facebook and I care too much about what others think.