From my messy hair down to my peeling violet licked toes, I must be the most scruffiest person in this downbeat town. My panda-eyes haunt me from the past six nights of no sleep in the name of art and little red dots are creeping up as if they are screaming at me to eat healthier and go to bed. And you know what? I will. I want more than anything (or you know, most things, aside from word peace, and no starvation and a decent camera) to just not always look like I've crawled out of bed with last night's eye liner, a top knot, crazy smile and acryllic spilling down all my tunics that I wear with tights and chub-a-chub legs. I want to be glamourous, classy, you know the sort.
I love this picture, I don't know why, or what I'm sticking in my mouth, but theres something so charming about it that screams me.