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"Funny Single Friend." I've always prided myself in being a cynic. Love isn't real, it's a construct. There are no real "fairytale" stories or meet cutes, he isn't the one, you're not going to change him, you're not the exception you're the rule, I basically lived by the words of "He's just not that into you." I always fancied myself a realist. But deep down I know that's not true. I'm the clique. The character with a heart of stone who secretly has a warm heart and dreams of romance. I've noticed something in how i handle things, i have a tendency to not care, or more accurately put on this façade that don't care, because deep down I know that if I care I risk getting hurt. I have a tendency to stay in my little bubble, because I'm safe. Safe from being let down, hurt, or worse. Ive just always been the "single funny friend," and I've grown to accept that that's what I'll be for a very long time. And a part of me loves that. I love that I don't have anyone to answer to, that I'm chilling riding solo, it opens a lot of doors. It's just crazy watching all of the people I love find people and go their own way. Sam and AJ are probably going to get married, Mar is gorgeous and will be talking to some heart throb, same for Jayda. They're just all so great it just makes sense that they would have someone. And I'm so happy for them! They're deserve it, they're all so great, inside and out. They're love just has a nasty habit of shining a huge light on my "no significant-other-ness." But at the same time I'm way too prideful to settle and im happy about that. I know I'd much rather enjoy being alone that be content with someone I don't even really like. That's just such a insult to myself and to that person. Time is so precious, I don't want to waste mine or that of another. In the end the romantic in me keeps whispering over all of my "anti-love" thoughts, beckoning at the idea of love in the distant future. Who knows. Crazier things have happened. (Thumbelina- soon) 3.23.17 2:28am
An original piece, #nobannowall habibi
Black Girl Magic Speed Paint
This is what friendship looks like.
When your dads decides to breakdown.
Speed Paint of Anxiety Song: Mad Hatter Melanie Martinez
I feel like I haven't posted a long rant, or a deep revolution I've had in a while. So instead of actually doing those things. Here's some Bob's Burgers Fan Art I did for the art festival a while back. Long live Gene Belcher. // 3.7.16