Yesterday, the northen wind was being very stormy and all and, since I had to go get some torture done on me (read: I’ve been to the dentist), I decided to go home through the shortest path, which is to cycle by the beach.
Pros: the northen wind was hitting me from behind, thus pulling me faster.
Cons: the wind was pulling me TOO STRONGLY TOO FAST OH NO.
The sunset was red, but the wind was so strong it was almost impossible for me to stop and take pictures without getting slapped in the face.
Not pictured: the constant whistle of the wind and the hiss of the dunes. It was Sahara documentaries level of hiss.
The wind caught up lots of sand which eventually found a way to my hair. So by the end of te ride not only did I look like a witch (aha, you try and keep your swag with that wind) but I also had my head full of sand. The wind was very chilly but the sun and the skies were red and the dunes hissed me many many secrets. I flew.
So wapi, what are you doing with your life? I draw characters that are nobody’s business (I lie, I love these)
lovely colors ai
And more often than not I forget to put them here, I seriously need to get me a simplier social network content harmonizer.
Drawn from one of the recent Eloísa‘s selfies because she is my fav test-subject:
Yesterday the pink brush hit me very hard.
It’s a medical condition, it makes me love clones troopers way too much
It would probably be for the best to just find one single outlet for my things instead of spreading them across several platforms and eventually forgettin about half of them. Lame.
Guys, get your bike and ride it to work. My life has improved so much since I started doing that. Everyday I see great landscapes and it gives me a lot of time to think. I usually just think about music.
Last week I bought a music CD because I still believe in buying material things. It also comes with the official lyrics and I sure enjoy some good poetry. I read some out loud to my older sister but I don’t think she shares my interest. Her loss, I guess?
I’ve been watching a fuckton of StarWars, especially The Clone Wars. It’s a very nicely animated series and it definitely puts the wars in Star Wars. Also it has a lot of clones. I have a thing for clones and computers. And then it reminded me that drawing is actually a hobby I have and thus some fanart was born:
Somebody commented these with “Commander SexyFine” a few days ago and I’m still laughing.
Life’s great and I’m doing well. I could go on and tell you about my job, but where’s the fun in that? I’ve covered all that matters over the last two weeks.
Prós da mudança de hora: tem mais sol ao final da tarde e, consequentemente, mais biclos ao sol! Observar o amanhecer enquanto pedalo para o trabalho.
Contras da mudança de hora: tenho de biclar na neblina matinal e isso é um gelo que nem vos conto. E acordar mais cedo. E tar a pensar em comer e ainda faltar imenso tempo.
This whole “ridding my bike to work for at least 30 minutes every morning” is doing miracles for my overall happiness.