I just want to show you the ice-creams I made, and you can all get one if you want with supporting me on my Patreon site! It’s never too late – I start sending them in July! Hurry up. 😀
This month I’m announcing the start of summer. In England it doesn’t really seem like summer yet, so I’ll be drawing a lot of ice-creams for you guys.
And the best thing is – you get to color them yourselves!
How cool is that, eh?
You can get one ice-cream card yourself here.
I have never been to India, but India reminds me of the old values of life. It reminds me of my childhood and then I get nostalgic about home, about Macedonia.
Athira says my name reminds her of her childhood. There was one Ivana in her first grade and was her only friend back then. It makes her nostalgic.
I remember my first grade. It was a little bit boring, because I already knew how to read. After a while, I just got used to the fact that I have to repeat all the letters with the children in my class. I had many friends. And time after time I started to lose them one by one. It was no one’s fault. It just had to be that way.
Or maybe it was my fault. Because I was different. I still am.
I never wore the clothes they did. I never put make-up in the ways they did. I always wore bracelets with dream catchers and evil eyes and handmade jewellery, and they thought I was weird. But I didn’t care. I still don’t.
I was weird, but I was me. And I love the ME I was and the ME I am.
And yes, that left me with just a few friends, those true ones, that accept my weirdness and we are together cool. I found a man that is weird with me, and it feels amazing.
And what more can you expect in life? I have everything I need.
And I’m happy.
Guys, I received Pikachu and this amazing postcard!
Thanks to reddit, to /r/RandomActsofCards and to /u/big_blue_blanket2.
You are amazing!
Have you ever wondered how amazing the world would look if you saw it from above?
I wonder every day.
I see this postcard from Martina and I can’t help myself but daydream how I am there, on that hot air balloon and I see different countries. People say, when you get to be in the clouds, so high up there in the sky, you realise how small everyday problems are.
Some people argue about who gets to pay, who is right and who is wrong, who lied and who didn’t, and some people are there in the clouds and they know how lucky they are to be alive.
Let’s argue about travelling then.
Who goes first?