Longing mingled with intentional solitude and distance, that seems to grow everyday, is the worst disease to me, that no medicine could ever cure.

PS: No matter how many people are and want to be around me, there are days when I want none near me, but you... and if I can't have you, I wish to remain lonely.

So, I haven't done much lately than I consider worth being mentioned. I basically have a pile of books getting bigger everyday as I am enjoying a good reading these days: from Garcia Marquez to Coelho, Dumas and an American classic: Dickens. All these among some vampire reading or maybe some "Paradise Lost" by Milton.
I have finally finalized all the documents needed and I can, officially, go in vacation. At last!
So, today I "painted" my face again:)) And today's drawing is the bloody rose from Vampire Knight, in a more simplistic design that can be drawn on human flesh, of course. This is what came out:



And here's two photos without any drawing on my face - I love the darker 'Cleopatra' make-up:D


Ok, I'm going back to reading something now (I'm not really feeling like sharing anything, as it can be deducted from this "poor" post), so till next time, take care my damneds and do not try this face-drawing at home! (it requires a lot of cleansing afterwards :D).

I know I sometimes act as if I have forgotten about some of you, or that I just ignore your every attempt of reaching out to me... I'm sorry. It's not always your fault.

Just... FUCK YOU!