GloomRubyTuesday

Quería cerrar esta cuenta y empezar otra, donde se supone subiría dibujos más... sofisticados, digamos, pues si se supone que desaparecí por cuatro meses (no espero que alguien lo haya notado, la verdad yo misma ni me acordaba que tenía deviant) en esos benditos cuatro meses debí haber dado pasos agigantados, pero la verdad no es cierto. Estoy estancada. Y la verdad seguiré quejándome mentalmente sobre como gente que dibuja peor que yo tiene más comments, o gente que dibuja mejor que yo que... pues es mejor que yo, pero siempre hay mejores y peores que uno, y después de todo, esto es sól

So... After a few problems, heartbreaks, tequila shots to forget and that freaky song of Katy Perry (ur so gay and you dont even like boys...) I found myself.... devastated. Angry and hurted and... well... Thats a thing I don´t wanna talk about it, cause it´s been a while and I still cant forgive myself for being such an a**hole and (falling deeply in love with some presumably gay jerk) doing things I regret, but anyway, lets jump to the topic... In honor of The Hunchback of Notre Dame, I now pronounce this new theory created by myself and anyone who thought of it before but didnt gave themselves credit: Notre Dame Theory: The mo

Yesterday I was kinda shocked while travelling to all the websites that had gone dark for the Blackout Protest Day (or whatever its name was), and I had been following the news about SOPA/PIPA laws (on internet, since the news channel had nothing to say) so the fact of seeing such a fuss before the day I expected -Jan 23rd- was both pleasing and astounding for me. You know, generations have gone slow. And coward. I thought that we didnt have the guts, the leaders, the something to be like, I dont know, the kind of generations that protest in the streets and stop a war. Like in the 60s. I used to think that we were now too afraid to do someth