it is a star's sole purpose to be the first of the night. to be the first to be wished upon so it may make an unfortunate soul happy. to be needed.

but the wishers are distracted by the dancing lights of the city. no one believes in the stars anymore. no one cares for their magic flickers. not when they have the city's beautiful iris.

a star's tiny light can't compete with that of the city's. the stars lose hope. they wish to be needed again.

but stars can't wish.

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a speedpaint to show you loons i am but alive! it is not very good, i must say. i am bogged down in work like zoinks! i'm working on my vase pitchurs that have to be at least 90% done by tuesday...my digital one's going okay, but my acrylic needs help because i'm already out of blue...and i've never painted seriously in acrylic before!

and i'm sick with something. dad and chels've got flu, mom's not sick, and i'm somewhere in limbo, not not sick and not flu infected. YIKESSSSS. it sucks and i'm tired all the time. i'm also a broken leaky faucet who keeps hacking her brains out but REFUSES TO GET A FEVER ARGH!

BLAUGHHHHH.

photoshopcs2
30min?
your hand in mine by explosions in the sky (who're like, my favourite band now!)

PS: high res is not contagious (but may cause slight irritation in the pancreas).