One good thing about music,
ღ Ʌstrid Ѵasi ღ
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Astrid looked at the blank canvas in front of her and frowned. She was holding a paintbrush in one hand and was glaring at the canvas like it had done her a personal wrong. With a sigh she threw her paint brush on the ground and stood up. She was wearing a paint stained white men's dress shirt,over a pair of shorts and a black tank top. She was supposed to be working on a painting for an art assignment and couldn't find the inspiration to paint anything. Standing up she flopped down on her bed dramatically and pulled out her phone to text to her friend.
Come over and help me paint? Please c:
OOC: So sorry for the wait and crap post!
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when it hits you, you feel no pain.