#larkrambles

I really want to start focusing more on my original works and oc’s more so have a concept drawing of Felicity

Something so frustrating to me about not being able to talk about things or explain things deeply like how I perceive them. I could go into so much depth through writing and my thoughts about how I relate to things or want to write things in an emotionally understanding and literate way but as soon as I try to talk about things I like out loud it all comes out as some fucked version of

Genuinely love working in hospitality especially one that caters to older people because half the conversation I have with my regulars are “how are you I didn’t see you yesterday are you okay?” (I was on break. They word this in a way that gives the idea that I have a life threatening ailment when really I was hiding in the back desecrating a sandwich), or the very beloved “Has (insert other regular been in today?” Which prompts an unskippable dialogue of this lovely lady telling me her life story which takes 15 minutes to tell and then she’s telling me about how so and so has been really lonely and depressed and then some other lady has been in hospital and I just have to nod and she goes. “Oh. You’re lovely. So lovely all of you.”