FakerDo you ever feel like you're masquerading? Like... like you're this person who loves something, and tries to do it well, but there are others around you who do it way, waaay better and what they do is so much better than yours? So, in a way, you're not even that person because you're not good enough to be classifed as such?Faker
Hmm, confusing.
Let me explain it this way:
Okay, so, I love doing art. I'm not very good. All I can really draw are cartoons, and even they - well - suck, to put it gently. I take an art class with super-talented kids, and they're all awesome and really nice and their art kicks' butt
Sunny Disposish - Chapter 1“Your hair wants cutting,” said the Hatter. He had been looking at Alice for some time with great curiosity, and this was his first speech.Sunny Disposish - Chapter 1
It was not long at all, and not terribly difficult at all, but that Alice had adjusted to life back aboveground. It was not that she sought to forget her time amongst a very odd set of characters, or that she had lost her imagination or creativity. It was more that she had simply become distracted—once she was back aboveground she really did wonder if she had dreamed it all or made it up in a drowsy afternoon attempt to drown out her sister's readings. It would
What even?
Spring Fever
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luccckky happy . ♥
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Bow to the Queen of Nerds, fool!
... and bring me a cookie.
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luccckky happy . ♥
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