Me: haha oh Queso you tell the best cat-jokes
Queso: duh, now where’s lizyrrby ! You are an imposter!
Glad I have such an A+ team of people caring for queso while I’m en vacances.
France is really wild and I’m going to have to take a bit to process it.
One example, My sister has been saying, GET A MASSAGE ITLL BE RELAXING. but at the Thai massage place neither i nor the employees know French too too well. Which like do you want to get naked and then have some awkward conversation before your massage? They offered me hilariously small disposable underwear. And then that massage is different than the kind I’ve had before, the masseuse is a little lady who climbs on your back and cracks it really hard for part of it.
My sister finishing a drawing, Luxembourg, the pantheon
I just want to be as cool as a sailor scout. Like, they should make a sailor scout version of Girl Scouts where you just practice these ridiculous gestures and silly dialogue from the show.
(Source: secretotaku, via spazerac)
Idk. Just a reminder that I care about social justice issues even if I don’t reblog them. It just seems weird to me personally to reblog goofy GIFs and then talk about serious issues. And i also can’t know if readers will be triggered by these serious pieces. But I really appreciate all y’all’s SJ blogs and learning things.
(Source: studioghiblish, via studioghifli)
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I pastel’d some peaches today (based on pêches by Renoir)(sorry I didn’t crop either photo well)
Living with depression is rough, and traveling is a special challenge. like the persistent “lucky you”s and “you’ll have so much fun” makes me feel upset about every dip in my mood. I am supposed to be having fun, but instead I’m having a panic attack at Notre Dame.
To appease this, I let myself complain and be mad at Paris for a few minutes of everyday. It’s smelly. American stores I hate are everywhere. There’s a fucking gap down the street. Monoprix more like meh-no-prix. Coffee is weird, I want stump-town cold brew not espresso, and the water has a calcium tang. It’s hot and tourists are always in my face. Is it worth saying pardon when I bump into a stranger, they’re probably a tourist who knows English better anyways.
Monets house and gardens and l’orangerie
L’orangerie has two oval rooms each with four lilypad tableaux (nymphéas) and I got one drawing done before the guard told us to stop. Also there was some other great art or whatever.