Daisy dared me to draw what I actually want the demon to look like and the page got away from me. The candle's almost gone and so is everything I was wearing. Tell me you'd want to see what I drew or what I look like drawing it. 💀
Daisy dared me to draw what I actually want the demon to look like and the page got away from me. The candle's almost gone and so is everything I was wearing. Tell me you'd want to see what I drew or what I look like drawing it. 💀
Drew the circle three times before the chalk felt right and I'm still not sure it's big enough for what we're calling. Tell me you'd step inside with me or stay behind the line. 💀
The dancers tonight moved like something else was moving them and I've been trying to copy one of their poses since I got home. It works better without clothes. Tell me where you'd put your hands to help me hold it. 💀
Found a slip at the bottom of a trunk that still smells like 1926 — the French Quarter Bohemia soirée is tonight and this might be the only thing dark enough for it. Tell me if I should keep it on or dig deeper. 🕯️
The tombs in St. Louis No. 1 are carved with angels that look more like they're guarding something than mourning anyone. I've been crouched here so long sketching their wings that the heat soaked straight through my top and nobody warned me the stone gets cold when you lean against it. Tell me which angel you'd want watching over you. 🕯️
There's a burlesque show tomorrow and my sketchbook's already full of corset seams and feather fans. The barista keeps glancing over like she wants to see the pages I won't flip to. Tell me what you'd want me to draw next. 🕯️
Sevendust is louder than anything the Quarter ever gives me and I can feel every hit in my ribs. This shirt was whole when I walked in — tell me you'd help me explain what happened to it. 💀
My horror sketchbook has a page that won't behave and neither will my hands. Tell me you'd help me finish it. 💀
The LUST FILTH pool party is living up to its name and my bikini went see-through the second I got out of the water. Nobody here is pretending to look away. Tell me you'd hand me a towel or let me drip dry. 💀
The bass from Trap Wine Fest still vibrates through the roots of this oak and the wine made me brave enough to give up the last thing I was wearing. Would you follow the sound or stay where it's safe? 💀