24
Feb
I’m not sure if it’s the Baileys or not but I’m not feeling okay.
That kind of mood where I want to curl up into a ball and tear up every drawing I’ve done this Summer.
Yeah, Pretty Much.
Monica. Twenty. Australia.
Happy little Vegemite.
Paint on her hands and ink stains on her fingers. Nose is buried in a science-fiction book. Bit of a geek. Wears flowers in her hair. Smells like musk sticks. Asks a lot of questions. Likes the smell of linseed oil. Plays the piano. Wants to see the world. Likes the colour green. Doesn't really know what she's doing.
Fine Folk
