Twilight: Something for the emos, something for the furries.
Sorry, couldn't help myself.
Painted a lot today. Feels good. Bad when I forget important stuff like bathroom cleaning and the world but it's a very special feeling, painting. Not like writing, where every word means so much. A picture means something to me. Words do to but you know the difference. I like writing. I have to write, I write way more than I paint, my soul is black and white, words, words.
Painting feels like laughing with my hands, with colours. (Vermilion like fire!)
Oh please. Writing about writing. That's so... Meta. Metawriting. I take it all back. (Haha, writing about painting is just as bad. How can anyone possibly describe a picture in words?)
Listening to: Regina Spektor - Us