Tell me one thing and I’ll do another.
So I’ve been drawing quite a bit in between all the living and breathing.
And as you know, a picture worth a thousand words…
Here goes the first thousand.
Responses so far: “Beautiful!” and “What is she doing? Pooping?” 🙂
But don’t you sometime wish that you could just rip your heart out and fix whatever needs to be fixed just so you could start breathing normally again? I guess you have to munch through a dozen self-help books/ Thoughtcatalog articles and hours of venting before you reach that point.
Well. Hang in there.
It’ll be back to its normal bouncy, juicy, bloody, loving, caring self soon enough.
I swear.She swears.
Even the goldfish would swear if it could. (Okay. the 3 seconds memory span might help)