You know that feeling you get when someone calls you because they are helpless, crying, sick, sad, bored, annoyed, unloved, at the end of their rope; and you can't do a damn thing to actually help?
I hate being in this position of helplessness. I always want to give my ALL, my every last breath to help them through their lowest lows. But all I can do is listen. Listen, and maybe try to cheer em up with my infinite amounts of blonde-stupidness. Maybe a hug.
I can't believe how much I took people who loved me for granted during times like this. When I called, they were always there, in a minute, in a second, in an hour, in a day... they were there. I had to make a couple of thank you calls last night just so I felt better. If you have someone like this, consider yourself blessed and make a quick phone call to hear their voice. Trust me, it feels good.
I hate being in this position of helplessness. I always want to give my ALL, my every last breath to help them through their lowest lows. But all I can do is listen. Listen, and maybe try to cheer em up with my infinite amounts of blonde-stupidness. Maybe a hug.
I can't believe how much I took people who loved me for granted during times like this. When I called, they were always there, in a minute, in a second, in an hour, in a day... they were there. I had to make a couple of thank you calls last night just so I felt better. If you have someone like this, consider yourself blessed and make a quick phone call to hear their voice. Trust me, it feels good.
This is some stuff I painted during a period where music and a canvas literally saved my life, sanity and pride. Trying times really help you find your soul and passion. The colours I used were those that I craved to see in my life.
Note: these are not original artworks. But I def. put my soul/twists on my inspirations..
This post is dedicated to four people..my brother, my neighbour, my beau, and my heart. Y'all got me all choked up this week mannnn. xo
