Simple Somnium
Under multiple aliases, my true name is filed as Khristina. / March 14 / 18 years old / SVA / artist / It's a pleasure meeting you. / Basics / "If you hate me one day, I have nothing against that. Because one day, everything will become friendly reminders that yesterday did happen." / It's time to walk on my own.

Drawing Tumblr: Puerilis-Carmen
puerilis-carmen: FINALLY. IT’S OUT. THE BOX SCENE. IT’S OUT. MY GOODNESS. ULTIMATE OTP. I couldn’t contain myself. I just had to draw them after watching that vomit of cute. Also, it’s been a REALLY long time since I last drawn Klaine. So I apologize for this only being a sketch. (a really messy one at that.) Anyway, I really loved that line before Kurt goes up to hug him and say he loved the ring. Blaine was starting to go on word vomit before Kurt saves him and reassures him. It’s so sweet. The released scene was basically Klaine in a nutshell (besides being candy for fans as fanfiction brought to life) lol. I hope you like it guys! Maybe I’ll finish it later if you guys want. (:  This is how I celebrated lol
Anonymous answer this with a drawing: why do have such big boobs?! D:

Sorry it took so long to get to this one! ahaha

(sorry about the right side. I drew that with a mouse cause I lost my tablet pen a few months ago.)

thegigglingsarcastic Why are you such a butt? >:D BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

music-life-more Are you nervous/excited/blase/what about heading off to college?

puerilis-carmen: High School Years: (about) September 8, 2008 - June 21, 2012 I’m finally finished with it. There are days that I think why it didn’t sink when I received my diploma. I honestly tried to feel something about that hot summer day, but nothing really came. It was just another ceremony I had to sit at after school. Droning voices included. I know the effects are supposed to sink in sooner or later, but at the moment I feel like I always have. However, everyday, I think and I remember “Wow. No summer homework” or having to go back to orchestra every fourth period. My Mondays won’t consist of me running back to school at five for chamber orchestra rehearsal. I won’t have to stay after school everyday to finish the literary art magazine in my computer graphic’s room. No more AP classes. No more comic book club with my classmates from my AP Art Studio class. I won’t see the faces of all the underclassmen I used to everyday. No more nothing. It’s done. Just little bits and pieces come back to remind me, I’m moving onward. It’s exciting, bittersweet, and scary at the same time. But I just step back and breathe, thinking of only what I got to accomplish. And it’s nice to leave behind some sort of history in a place.