There was this old woman who used to live under the bridge across the street from my building. She smoked like a chimney, and spent all of the money she got on cigarettes, so we'd all take turns bringing her coffee and bagels, or a sandwich, or spaghetti or something. She never talked to anyone. I think she was mute. I think she had Tourette's, too, because she had this funny little twitchy thing going on all the time, and she would make weird noises that weren't actually words.
And she was an artist. She made these fun sculptures out of clothes hangers and things she found in the dumpster. She would build them overnight, then after a couple
Finally my B-Day! Yayyyyyy!
Ive been waiting for soo long to this day to come and its finally here :D
I am gonna make a "post" about the B-Day gifts i got from my parents :P
And if youre curious im turning 12 :P
To make things clear, and to make everyone understand, i had an old account named EtherealOpal me as an idiot like i did with my facebook account, changed the password and forgot it...
So i decided to make a new account this, EtherealAlexandrite :)
I really like this account and have gotten far with it but i will improve by each day it will be awesome!
I posted some little art there but it wasn`t anything big.
I wanna tell that i am not an art stealer and that this is my new account
Thank you for reading my story :(