Boliva, Where You Can Walk on the Sky
I overthink everything and all my ideas turn out like shit why can’t I just shit brilliance for once in my life instead of going through masses of ideas, deeming them all shit, and hating myself?
Does anyone have any sort of “thing” that they do to de-stress them/help them be more creative/help them focus?
I’m finding that I am consistently boring. At least in my opinion.
I don’t know if anyone else thinks this though. :|
neji get on my back you unyouthful shit
Hi, My name is Junie B. Jones. The B. stands for Beatrice, except I don’t like Beatrice. I just like B. and that’s all.
this is the most intense butt wiggle I have ever seen.
the butt wiggle is so strong that the cat actually begins to float.
"What kind of cake do you want at your wedding?"
well-written novel sized fanfiction
A private meeting.
Nahor, who dwells in the small volcanic island nearby the shores, gets sometimes visitors despite his shy nature. Vana is just one of them, but he has been visiting a little more frequently these days.
Painted with fine watercolors and Flame Orange ink on Daler & Rowney watercolor paper.