Valerie Longo

My Sunday motto! 

I had a dream last night about Digimons destroying my house and the city I used to live in, so after waking up I decided to make an illustration of my favourite Digimon, so here is Lilimon!

NEW MERCH AVAILABLE!

Starting a Marbled Design Collection featuring: Phone/iPad/laptop cases and sleeves, wall art, duvets, throw pillows, notebooks, shirts, sheets, mugs and travel mugs, stickers, totes, studio pouches, etc.

I made this shirt and hoodie for a MTV Contest called “The London Session” with Apple Music. We had to design the shirt we wanted to wear for the event in case of winning. I made this. Please reblog if you like it or if you would wear it! Sadly, I wasn’t the winner.

In my case, I think I'm always looking where I shouldn't be doing so. It doesn't matter the place, if it's day or night, at the end nothing ever happens.

How does this make you feel? How does this makes me feel? Deep inside? Like if I wasn't good enought.

I try to shake this feeling off of my head, telling myself "it's just not the time" and "it will eventually happen"; but it's been almost 21 years and still the time hasn't come.

Some of you would say "Oh, you're still so young", but age is not the matter.

The matter is that feeling of loneliness deep inside, that strange feeling that makes you feel alone even if you're surrounded by people. Cause even if you're surrounded by billions of people, if not even one of them cares, it's not going to matter.

This world is crazy and unfair. I'm speaking for myself, but I'm sure if you're reading this you might feel identified as well. Welcome to the group.

I'm that kind of girl who cares for every single person who has met in her life. Sometimes I believe I care too deeply for some of them, maybe I'm too naive? Maybe I try to see good inside everyoneand that’s impossible sometimes. But you know what I feel as well? That other people doesn't care the same way as I do.

Well, at the end it is truth. The close people who cares about us can be counted with one hand, and if you're lucky maybe two.

Sometimes I think that it's been so long since the last time someone showed interest in me that it is not going to happen ever again.

I crave things, I crave experiences, I crave love, I crave feelings. I get jealous and a terribly feeling inside of me everytime I read some cute thing around media. But why is that? Because I crave it. If you ask me right now "what thing you want the most?" I won't say money or any material item. I would say "love".

I crave for someone to hold my hand, to caress my hair, to hold me tight, someone to just be a complete dork with. Someone with who I can stay in my pj's all day and with my messy curly hair flowing around everywhere.

I crave for small things, those smiles that melt hearts in seconds, I crave for a stare contest where I will look at that special person and smile. Is it wrong that I crave for this kind of acts instead of others?