We're Painting the Roses Red

I don't usually camera-whore myself out on my blog. That would be silly. However, I decided that this shirt was pretty awesome, and needed to be camera-whored.

I'm going to get it nice and pretty with some water and dish soap later, though. The lines are really messy. Other things, I need to get some pink, blue, and red paint to add onto this shirt. Then, it will be perfect.

Until then, it is a hot mess, and I'm completely frustrated with my sheer inability to get the dumb space symbol onto my actual important tunic.

Let's see how that goes.

Spacey-Wacey Things

I'm absolutely fascinated by space. Ever since I was a little girl, the nebulas and cosmos above us awed me, they ensnared me in their intricate layers and structures.

The silly infatuation with the celestial being has not changed since. I love stars, and planets.

That's not really the point of today's post, though. Today, I want everyone to think about the time they loved something so much, it caused them physical pain, their hearts ached, their brains throbbed, and they simply couldn't function, because they loved that thing so much.

Go on.

Think.