because i feel like it:

~purplepoppies

i doubt i'll submit anything new here.
it's mainly for watching, and maybe faving.
i figured a new account would inspire me to draw.

and it has~

i have a cold

my nose is red

uh

the other day i realised something. i am the happiest right now that i have been in as long as i can remember. i don't know why, but i am. it's coolio.

i've also realised what an obsessive person i am- especiallywithcertainboys.
and i shouldn't gush because of how incriminating it is, but...
aaaah, he is beautiful! and he's mysterious as well, being very quiet and shy. And he's polite, which is truly value. He has a pleasant voice, from what i can tell, i haven't heard it that much. odds are if i actually get to know him, he'll be boring or sucky and will not live up to my sky-high expectations, but but.
I'm probably more into the idea of him than him, but I will continue my stalker-ish campaign to get to know him...without him knowing it... but for my friends being the least subtle anyones of anywhere anyever.


too bad i have exams at the mo so no classes with him. and i'll be studying in breaks. so no goegeousblushingboy action!

muna was hella fun

ya mum is hella fun kek

exams are scary
especially when you're totallynotprepared

i need to draaawwww

german boys are hot

that is all.

-and being constantly disappointed in people.
no, i really do. i'm jaded to a degree, but not to an extent that.. people will romanticise it. being cynical doesn't sound fun to me.

the best feeling in the world is that passion that arises from having ideals and then the righteous indignation i feel when people don't conform to them.

you know?

i like being angry when people fail to live up to my expectations and not be self involved, oblivious and inconsiderate.
i like that i can cry and say fuck you [in my head] over and over and over and over and over and over and deal with it, rock n roll, then do it all again tomorrow.

having hope and being disappointed is better than any gratification you get from knowing you were right all alone about how much everyone sucks.

16 is funner than people make it out to be.
the highs and the lows
it's all good fun

this is just the low after the high (i got scholastically promoted! they want me to do extension maths! MATHS! my worst subject! i was over the fucking moon. but if IF i continue it, i gotta drop a class which is stressing me.)
you only get the high if you get the low, so i can dig it.

forgive me for all the above words
cleanse your mind with these words:

"and i sat there feeling like a hapless lover. but then i remembered, of course, that now i'm only hapless."

Ah need a job, as relatives keep telling me. Butt, instead of doing some shitty customer service thing, I am seriously considering just making my way too long holidays (8 weeks, jizzuz), entirely devoted to art and craft, and the money making from these commodities.

Sketchbooks will be filled with sketches! Pastels will be used and abused! Anatomy will greatly improve! Sewing will be... learnt (wiiii, sewing machine)! Cards will be sold! Relishes and preserves will be jarred!

E-bay+markets <3

subtle subtext of this sublimination- I am desperate for commissions, and will labour for very low rates *flutters eyelashes*, note me.

aaaand done with pointlessnessity