Usually I draw cute,fluffy things….and then I remember I am a masochist for feels and I draw things like this…
I’m….sorry?
* hide under poncho*
I’m scared to grow up. what if I end up alone. what if my career choice plummets. what if all my friends are happily employed and in relationships. what if no one wants me.
I don’t want to grow up.
i think about this almost everyday.
So, I went to go see Fall Out Boy. I asked Patrick to make silly faces with me. I went back a second time because in the first picture he pouted and I wanted a silly face, so when I went back up I was like “I want a silly face not a pouty face!” and he thought that I said to make a pouty face so he did again and told me “I pouted like you said” and I was like “no! I wanted a silly face, oh well.” and he grabbed my shoulder and was like “no no! One more, one more!” and security got really mad cause they wanted everyone to leave, but I wasn’t the only one that he wouldn’t let leave without the picture they wanted, he did so for a few others as well. :)
*pulls My Chem band t-shirt out of drawers* I think I can wear you now old friend.
sabellart
