•● ℒisa ℛozario ●•
"Some people are artists, Some, themselves, are art."
⟡ Mood: Decent. ⟡ Company: No one ⟡ Location: The park
Unlike the usual, the brunette was carrying a book this time, one of which she had bought from the bookstore from her last visit which she barely even bothered to read. It was a good day to do a little sketching, the usual happy faces, but that too gets tiring sometimes, so maybe a book under the tree would be nice too?
Sitting under a tree with her legs folded beneath her, she leaned against it and looked up at the sunlight peaking through the leaves. For some reason, she wasn't very drawn to reading, or doing anything as such. Closing her eyes, she would start to drift off into her own world of illusions, a small smile playing across her rose lips as she could watch the colors from around her rise like fireworks and merge into new and unique ones. Oh how she wished someone could watch this with her, but it was her world of illusions, she couldn't force the world to see with her.
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LR || 24 || Tall || Single || Artist
⟡ o. o. c: =w=; My opening posts are always poo..
Poisonous Pumpkin