It’s like ditto fucked a mcnuggetthe first pixel art I ever made.
lol. just l. o. l.
HEHE AWWW, MY BABY FELL ASLEEP ON ME. SO CUTE.
21 year old aspiring artist in NYC who hates website bios
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Surprisingly, I didn’t die.
This post
got reblogged about 300 times today (out of nowhere) and the notifications keep cloggin’ up my dashboard.
I keep thinking it’s something I made, people appreciating MEE, but of course not. I am not having fun yet.
Bones.
I’ve got an assignment due tomorrow (today, technically) for my Art & Design workshop, and as usual I put it off until a few hours before I have to hand it in. I’m working on it right now. The project is entitled “It’s about time” and here are a few lines from the prompt:
”Any narrative is based upon the idea that objects, environments and circumstances all change as they exist through time. Time is a tricky thing to describe in visual terms, but artists have devised countless ways to do so over the centuries … for this project, you may use the spatial or temporal medium of your choice. You may work in a representational, abstract or non-objective mode.”
Further Proof that Audrey Hepburn is the greatest woman in the history of women.
At the age of 15, Hepburn worked for the Dutch Resistance by transporting secret messages in her ballet slippers.
While a ballerina in Nazi-occupied Europe young Ms. Audrey Kathleen Ruston was actually an agent for the Dutch Resistance and she performed in a series of secret ballets called “black performances” to raise money for the rebels and their underground war against Hitler.
In one instance, she was actually rounded up by the Germans and forced into a truck, but narrowly escaped when the Nazis pulled over. Another time, she volunteered to rendezvous with a British paratrooper hiding in the forests of Arnhem. Her cover: Go on a stroll through the woods “innocently picking wildflowers,” which she used to successfully bribe a German soldier with who later questioned her.
That’s right, young Audrey Hepburn outfoxed the fucking Wehrmacht … through cuteness.
brb, writing the script for “Wermacht at tiffany’s”
There are like 7 cool things I want to do today
and one really stupid thing is ruining them all.
Why do I have to go to this baptism? I never see you or your children.
I don’t care if there’s lasagna at your house afterwards. And you know how I feel about lasagna. Gosh.
And now I can’t do anything I wanted, I have to waste the better part of my day on this. My Saturday is ruined.
