Every.Damn.Time.
“Can I see your sketchbook?”
“No.”
(via paandi)

MY LIFE. I can’t draw them all smiling goddammit!!!! >_> This is why I find sketch in an empty locked room at family...
I used to be like this back in high school. Now I just have chubby things and unfinished drawings.
Since childhood.
god damn it mom.
Ok. This is my goodnight, for real. Except… my parents aren’t aloud to see my sketchbook anymore. Explicit. No more...