LUCY IS HERE 

I DO COMMISSIONS FOR 5 EUROS. DON'T BE SHY. MY DRAWINGS WILL BE DISGUSTING LIKE NEVER BEFORE. YOU'VE NEVER SEEN SUCH A DISGUSTING RESULT. TAKE THE RISK IF YOU WANT. 

I WILL TRY BUT ONLY TO TERRIFY YOU!
 

Message me anywhere where you can contact me! 
 

Sorry if I don't answer for long, I'm a busy woman!
 

If I don't answer at all, pinch me, kick me, spit in my face, then wrap me in a bag, play with me ( I DIDNT TRANSLATE IT LIKE THIS ), put me in the oven, take me out, and enjoy.

I HAD A DREAM WHERE I WAS CHATTING AND LAUGHING WITH SOME OLD WOMAN I DIDN’T KNOW, AND WE WERE JUST WALKING IN CIRCLES, FOLLOWING THE EXACT SAME ROUTE OVER AND OVER.

DESPITE HOW FRAIL AND DECREPIT SHE LOOKED, THERE WAS ONE PECULIAR THING ABOUT OUR JOURNEY: AT ONE POINT, WE HAD TO JUMP DOWN FROM A HEIGHT BACK ONTO THE PATH. SHE WOULD LEAP DOWN WITHOUT A SECOND THOUGHT, LANDING PERFECTLY FINE — I REMEMBER THINKING, "HOLY SHIT, WHAT ARE YOUR LEGS MADE OF, FOR FUCK'S SAKE?"

I’D JUMP DOWN TOO, BUT I ALWAYS CHOSE TO LAND IN A ROSE BUSH THAT WAS JUST A CENTIMETER OFF THE PATH, THEN I’D JUST CARRY ON WALKING WITH HER AS IF NOTHING HAPPENED. EVENTUALLY, I REALIZED I’D FLATTENED ALMOST EVERY SINGLE ROSE BUSH WITH MY OWN BACKSIDE.

SHE JUST REMARKED SOMETHING LIKE, "OH, THEY’LL GROW BACK NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES THEY’RE PLANTED OR WHAT HAPPENS TO THEM."

I’ve forgotten how I introduced myself, so from this point on—until a certain moment—I’ll be Susan, and then I’ll become Jenna. Hi everyone! You can call me...

Once upon a time, there was a girl who dreamed of flying. Now, however, she finds her legs being slowly digested — like vermicelli — by all the whales in the world. To survive, she has to curl herself up into a cocktail straw, waiting to be sipped out of some free drink — though I’m sure such drinks are few and far between, unless it’s a holiday. She has changed a great deal, even if she hasn’t noticed it herself.

All she ever wanted was to see the stars she’d once dreamed of, but all that remains of the sky is the flatulence of elephants, and the only thing visible in the ocean is the glimmer of light from the windows of a distant metropolis — if one could even manage to fly that far. From high up in the sky, it feels as though one could plummet toward the earth like a meteorite.

Ultimately, Elizabeth no longer understood — or perhaps simply chose not to perceive — the past, the future, or anything else; she simply drifted, enjoying the warped remnants of a life that barely resembled a "normal" one. Many might actually enjoy resting in such a void.

Clara, however, was fiercely convinced that this was not how her life was meant to look. She holds onto the hope that, one day, she will set herself straight and make the right choice — just as she always used to do.

IT'S JUST COMPLETE DARKNESS, IT'S TERRIBLE, I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO ANYMORE, OH, I'M LOSING MY MIND, AND THE WIND, AND THE SAUSAGE OF IT ALL. YESTERDAY, WHILE NO ONE ELSE IN MY HOUSE WAS LOOKING, I WENT FISHING. I WENT INTO THE KITCHEN, CLIMBED ONTO THE TABLE, AND STARTED JIGGLING THIS THING, WHAT'S IT CALLED? IT'S BASICALLY A STICK WITH RINGS, LIKE A SHOELACE, YOU PUT IT IN THERE AND TWIST IT, AND YOU ALSO NEED TO TIE A MACHETE TO THE END OF THE THREAD TO MAKE IT MORE CONVENIENT. IN SHORT, I JIGGLED AND JIGGLED. I WANTED TO CATCH SUCH AN INTERESTING FISH. I DON'T KNOW WHAT BREED IT IS, BUT I WANTED SOME KIND OF PRINCE OF THE SOUTHERN ISLANDS, AND I DIDN'T FIND ANYTHING ON THE FLOOR.

I'M A LITTLE UPSET, TO BE HONEST, AND IN COMPLETE CONFUSION, I TOOK MY HAIR, CHOPPED IT UP INTO A SALAD, AND MADE MYSELF A NEST FOR THE BIRDS SO THEY COULD LAY EGGS FOR ME. I'M DOING ALMOST EVERYTHING THAT SANTA CLAUS DOES FOR CHILDREN'S BIRTHDAYS. IN GENERAL, I'M GOING BALD, AND I'M ALSO LOSING SOMETHING BESIDES MY HAIR. IT'S A BIT LIKE THE PLOT OF LIFE IS STRANGE. THERE'S A HUMAN HERE, TOO, AND IT SEEMS LIKE THAT'S ALL FOR NOW, BUT I'LL FIND SOME SIMILAR QUALITIES LATER.

YOU KNOW, IF I WERE A WORM ON A FISHING HOOK, I'D FEEL A BIT UNEASY, LIKE I'M BEING DUNKED, BUT IT'S ALMOST LIKE DIPPING A TEA BAG IN TEA, ONLY YOU EAT THE TEA BAG, OR RATHER, I DON'T EAT WORMS OFF HOOKS, AND I DON'T REALLY EAT FISH EITHER. NO, I DO EAT FISH, SO I END UP DRINKING POND WATER.