But I answer to the name Veka.
Nerd. Rebel. Poet. Singer. Lover. Basterd.
I got bored so I drew a few of the Avengers.
And yes, still unfinished.
Someone once told me I had to learn how to have grace under pressure. I guess I never had grace anyway.
Hello summer. I have started you in a new way that I have honestly never expected. Less of the splashing shenanigans that the swimmer ego inside of me secretly crave, and more of the real-world training to make the world a better place. Or at least make my life a better one.
It saddens me a bit that I don’t get to draw as much as I have expected to this summer. I was all too ready-armed with a smashing new set of pencils to draw with and a large rim of paper to draw on. It’s been a while since I even had the chance to blog again. Toxicity in, toxicity out.
Going back to grace under pressure, It’s something I can never handle. Physically. If I try to push myself further my body goes haywire, like I have some short fuse or something. Always. When the going gets tough, my body gives up. It’s embarrassing, it’s frustrating, and it’s scary. How would I survive with it? It’s crazy. Still, I try to push, being the stubborn little girl I am and will always be.
New haircut, new beginnings.
Amidst all the chaos I had my hair cut. Firstly, because I have thick hair and it collects heat, secondly because I had nothing better to do. Well, actually I did but I was bored and I went up to my mom saying “Hey mom I’m gonna have my haircut.”
Grace under pressure.
I just hope I get it. Soon.
The Avengers Cast
Starry starry night,
Who would’ve thought this night would change,
As I looked at your tired, tired face,
I realize everything feels right.
Lying on the grass,
We talked of bitter things with bitter nips,
I never thought I’d taste sugar in my lips,
And hoped that it would always last.
Desperate for answers,
I give you the right questions,
Wouldn’t you know,
It’s not for show,
Hands fit like a glove,
As we bicker and sulk.
Hunger strikes our guts,
Dismissed as illusions and keep talking instead,
As we bashed our brains, clashed our heads,
I fell for a man who calls me ‘buns’.
Be still, my heart,
It feels good to feel pain,
For it never makes you the same,
It builds you then rips you apart.
Desperate for answers,
I give you the right questions,
I pray, If we come back,
Cut the arguments,
Ditch the rebuttals,
I don’t want your logic,
I just want your magic.
My uncle sent this to me from New York.
I can’t stop the Beatle-gasm.
Woke up feeling a little lighter tonight,
Afternoon stars shine so bright.
As I wait for my usual tea,
I see all around, such casualties.
Spilling blood but no swords are drawn,
Peculiar sight, blue and red pawns.
Pens and ink, led lights, whitewashed stage,
Very strange.
The girl with kaleidoscope eyes, says Lennon,
Meets the nowhere man, sour as a lemon.
I sit in the dark, eyes blinded by such sparks,
As my sanity’s been eaten away by sharks.
Time comes, the choice we make,
The chance that was always ours to take.
Thoughts, not looks!
Take the bait, avoid the hooks!
I sip my tea, another vision awakes,
The innocent, burned at the stakes.
The sinful, glorified like saints,
Oh, how I watched closely in restraint.
We popped a pill, without our knowing,
The kind that makes us think it’s snowing.
They made us take it, we accepted.
Living in bliss, we are rejected,
Living in pain, we are blessed.
John Lennon’s FAMOUS Derp Face; APPRECIATION POST.
