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I AM BACK
Новости, Интересное, Личное
Hello crazy people,
It's been a while since I made a post. Life has been super busy. Why? Well this summer I'm moving out and moving in with the love of my life. That's not all. We're getting married. And I'm also in college doing occupational therapy. So life it's crazy.
But I have new content coming soon!!
Also the last view months I took a step back from social media. My life was already crazy enough. Without social media. Just to give myself, me time.
Anyway. I'm back!!
Thank you for those who still read my work.
Flower crown
Новости, Интересное, Мысли вслух
Hello crazy people,
I wanted to share an art project I am working on.
It's like a flowers crowns. But then also horns on it. And I am making mine with the form of a deer and will spay pain it black and add golden ditails and like a Bordeaux red roses and old pink roses, with glitter details.
Well then now I was thinking about a character to go with it.
And I could inmage like hybride between human and deer. So the crown and also like the skine more of a deer with white stips. But not all over the face and body. But more in a faded way.
Well then I just wanted to share this random creative moment. If u want to know how I make such a crown. Just comment below.
Till next time!
Roos177_,
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Book update
Новости, Интересное, Разное
Hello crazy people,
A new Monday, new week new chances.
I have many tests for college this week and next week.
Also I just updated loner wolf with a new chapter.
If you haven't read this book. You can check it on my profile.
I hope everyone has a great week. And you will hear again very soon of me.
Roos177_
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Promise
He promised me a good life.
He promised me love.
He promised me the world.
To buy me flowers,
And a pretty house.
But promises are empty,
Until they are fulfilled
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Red roses
Roses so red as her lips.
Blooming under the sun.
A paddle so soft as her skin.
So frigale to the touch.
Like the wings of a butterfly.
One touch.
And the butterfly could die.
But she can wear stand more.
The roses has thornes as protection.
Like her walls around her, shielding her.
Sometimes the thornes sting.
But if you look further than her wall.
You will see a garden with beautifull red roses .
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Mirror
A mirror looking at me.
Looking at my eyes, my smile and my hair.
Wondering. Am I pretty?
Slowly taking away the different layers of myself.
Stripping me.
Leaving me exposed and funerable,
To the judgment of society.
But my skin is tick,
And my soul is strong.
My mirrow reflects my soul.
And it won't be like society,
Toxic and hurtfull.
But it will be loving and positive.
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