Maryn, but you can call me Marvin. Hi-fives for brown eyes, plain Janes. Super sweet sixteen, artist, singer, writer, dipshit with a voice. Currently unschooling, aiming higher than I should. Sometimes I write poems just for the shits and giggles. Mostly I observe, so be nice.
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Just started on the second of my Fruity Beauty Series: Orange.
This, and The Office.
Good day so far.
Picked this sewing tin up for a buck.
Going to teach myself to sew (again).
Wild kitten.
Fetching him a saucer of milk because he’s panting and it’s above 80 outside.
I’m secretly hoping he’ll come back after today~
Still playing around with this one.
Still fucking around with this.
It’s not even worth the effort but at this point I’m determined to finish it, and not absolutely hate the outcome.
High standards I’m setting for myself, I know.
A new pill purse.
BASIC BITCHES PAINT WITH THAT SHIT, AND IT HAS A SURPRISINGLY NICE CONSISTENCY.
If you’ve ever told an artist that you will “let them draw you something” then I hate you.
Rained as soon as I straightened my hair. Hence the braids.
Awkward hello~
Patient pup.
(He waits until everyone is upstairs and asleep before going to bed, he keeps us safe~)
Drinking blue gatorade from a gallon jug in my bathtub and trying to remember where I got this men’s sweater and also who sprinkled clouds and baby skin into it because dear lord it’s like I’m vacationing in the womb also did you know that bagel bites are a thing why didn’t anybody tell me about that?
Trying to salvage this piece of shit.
Artist problem: Inexplicable watercolor bleeds.
Shit is too easy to fuck up I need an undo button k~
