Honestly fuck the teenagers in front of me at a till today. Y'all are obviously underage for buying solvents and knives, but you're still spitting and screaming at the poor cashier and her manager when they refuse you. The lady on the till was crying by the time you were done. Then you had the balls to storm back in with your mum who screamed and swore all over again. I hope you all get banned. Stores can't break the law, even for your little brats
And I still wouldn’t sell it because I know your going to give it to your child. I’m sorry but the law is the law. Now please leave while I call the cops. If your still here when they arrive I’ll have you trespassed.
for all the times I can’t think of a things to say
for when I talk too much about things you clearly don’t care about
for when I don’t put in the effort we both know I could
for when I make it worse
for responding too quickly
for singing too loudly
for laughing too obnoxiously
for letting myself get so fat
for being too clingy
for not understanding
for trying to understand
for bothering you when you’re busy
for over reacting
for being bad at everything
for messing everything up
for not being able to hold a conversation
You're right, probably there are more people, but over time it's getting harder to find blogs dedicated to Clexa, and I know I shouldn't feel this way, but seeing everyone moving on it makes me feel like somehow they are betraying us (stupid, I know) and you're one of the few who stick with us. Ugh, but maybe I'm just angry 'cause I can't move on. I feel stuck. Sorry.
Hey don’t worry buddy. I know that there are many others who still blog at least 90% about Clexa. And yeah, I had to unfollow some other blogs cos I started to see too much unwanted content and that is totally fine. I will keep reblogging the same old gifset of Clexa in the forest and the same photoset of them in the bow scene because Clexa to me was like the OTP of OTP’s. I had many other OTP’s but Clexa hit me like a thunderstorm and branded me forever and I will always love them so fucking much. Maybe I’ll change my blog in the future, no matter how far or close that moment is (if that moment ever comes,) but my fealty belongs to Clexa, know this Anon. I am always going to be Clexa. And you don’t have to feel bad for not moving on as others are doing, because if that makes you happy no one can tell you otherwise, and if they do, they can fuck themselves. Don’t be sorry for that Anon, don’t be ashamed and shout loud and clear that you are a Clexakru!!!
I know it's been asked before but do you know any big ways to improve or feel satisfied with your own art? I've been drawing for over a decade of my life and feel like I'm still bad and can't finish a piece I'm proud of and it makes me feel so miserable. I don't want to give up, I see many artist like you that get me pumped to draw and aspire to get better, it's just not happening. I won't accept "drawing isn't for me". It's the only median like to do and I need a creative outlet. ahh I'm sorry!
hmmmm i think what really started me on my progress was taking a break and just going on an “art trip” to find the styles which i found myself drifting towards. which kind of art form do you identify with? what colour palettes make your eyes wanna do backflips?
import your external interests to make drawing feel more homely. you love plants? puppies? the colour red? big jackets? ripped jeans? jazz music? rainy weather? PUT. THEM. IN. draw what makes your brain buzz with excitement but also remember to start with what makes your heart comfortable as well.
the whole point of discovering these first are to help you find your identity before what you draw really becomes who you are, instead of just aimlessly working on the practical theories of art without knowing what you want to really achieve through it. most of us started on art for this reason - self expression. best of luck nonny!!