say her name and she shall appear! (actually, that's kind of a lie i was only on lj stalking old ficathons for prompts for some original writing i'm trying to sell and i saw - oh hai inbox i see you and your little red bubble)

you mean the icons from my latest dump right? the ones that were all pastel-y and pretty - buffy on the phone and the blurry fighting shot (which i still love and still reminds me of oceans) ? bc i see what you've done with them and i love it.

and DUDE I AM SO UNSKILLED. i fumble and hope for the best i'm just incredibly lucky as an artist - things tend to just fall into place (something i'd appreciate happening irl once and a while /sighs)

kelsey is a goddess and i don't deserve her fabulousness in my life and yet

i'm. i'm same old. faxing (yes! FAXING from my mum's work) surgeons for updates, not dealing at all with real life, making myself get out of bed to make therapy appointments, trying to sell writings so i have something to show for my reclusiveness. et cetera, et cetera, et cetera (but omg good for you working hard at your job! even if the energy lull is meh)