Some guy just put his arm around me at the bar and then looked thoroughly offended when my elbow sharply met his ribs
Fucking rain ruined my hair that I spent an hour and twenty minutes on
"The Margaery Tyrell that walks into the sept a fortnight from now will inspire a thousand songs."
A work in progress. I need to fix her tail and add the background in. I never draw backgrounds. Ever. That needs to start happening. Practice makes perfect.
Courtesy of Anna Polewiak.
(it’s a good thing)
i :) am :) so :) stressed :) about :) everything :) all :) the :) time :)
Rocking the denim and flora look for a poetry evening tonight. It’s a cute outfit and I feel summery
I just want human contact so bad right now