hay.

Being an artist means: not numbering and counting. but ripening like a tree, which doesn't force its sap, and stands confidently in the storms of spring, not afraid that afterward summer may not come. It does come. But it comes only to those who are patient, who are there as if eternity lay before them, so unconcernedly silent and vast. I learn it ( Read more... )

goodbye drew.ph :(

Merry Christmas, one and all. :)

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Happy birthday, effronterie!!!!
:) :) :)

still awake ():)