Sexy Hips Mania




I'm currently feeling miserable.

Here have an art dump. Don't judge my taste in colouring. Because frankly speaking, I have no idea what I'm doing.

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painting in sepia





As uncharacteristic as it is, allow me to begin my entry with a quote from Jane Austen; "There are as many forms of love as there are moments in time."So, that said, here comes my confession.

I am in love with being in love. 

I love watching old couples jogging together in the park. I love it when my little niece clings to me manipulating my affections for her own devious means. I love my dad's smile when he thinks he said something funny to his daughters. I love big, noisy family gatherings. I love hearing my friends talk about their love (although this tends to get annoying very quickly, hahaha). I love the smooth transition between frames in a perfectly animated movie, but I love it more when it catches the discrepancy and flaws of reality. I love the engaging realms of the imagination. I love you just as much as you could learn to love me. 

There is so much more to being in love than just the high of embracing in public. 

There is so much more to love than just the one that ends.

It can get difficult though. At times, it seems as if getting hurt by rebounds is a conditioned response. We tend to push our ideals of love onto another person and expect them to live up to it. And sometimes, we get a little too tired to look at things properly. We get hurt by falling in love just as much as we get inspired by it. 

I wouldn't want to stop myself from falling in love just because I'm scared of the domino effect. Irrespective of whatever happens, it would be a great pity to lose out on an adventure like this.