My tablet is hidden away somewhere and all my work has become vectorial pieces which I don't identify with, confining my true drawings to a small corner on top of my notebooks upon which I plan my next meaningless project. I feel like a different person from the time when I posted here, spoke in third person and bad english to sound cute despite the fact that I got the top scores in essay writting in my class... yet leaving this part behind me is something that I can't do...
I guess that not many people watch this account anymore.... it is considered a dead account, and all the friends I had from then most likely moved on to new accounts or left DA completely..
I think that what I am today is due to the past, and despite thinking many times in deleting this account and opening a new account to post my design works, this is from where I came, even if the name "hoto" does not identify me anymore.
This time I will start to add my new kind of work, scraps, all the things I did not post before; I will most likely spam this account, abandon it, and re-spam after a few months, and have a love-hate relationship with it; but that is what I am like and I hope you accept me as such.
Thank you for listening.
Rosario // Hoto









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i'm not afraid to die. but i'm afraid to dry./
"Je ne suis pas daccord avec ce que vous dites, mais je me
battrai jusqu? la mort pour que vous ayez le droit de le dire"
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If you are planning to request me, comment here: [link] or note me. If you request me elsewhere, I'll ignore your request.
Visit my YouTube! [link]
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espero k puedas pasar a leer mi fic
Angeles protectores
"[link]" MI FIC
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If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is "God is crying." And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is "Probably because of something you did.
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Mūsų odiai garsiai nuaidės visame pasaulyje
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