the owls are not what they seem

We are now Loreen. WOOP WOOP ESC SWEDEN SHALL CONQUER.

i miss my lil’ lady though.

remember that time I played GH and my cat danced to the music

It’s all summery outside, I felt like a summery breakfast.

This fucking drawing, man. I can’t do shading or textures for shit. WAT DO

16 year old me really had a thing for drawing chicks with weapons, huh.

In case you were all wondering what casa de Molly is like.

I really needed to get out of my flat for a while today, some fresh air and sunshine and time away from that damned essay. So I took my nephew to the botanical gardens and greenhouses, ‘twas lovely. I tried teaching him some of the orchids’ (my favourite flowers) names in Latin… didn’t exaclty catch on though.
- It’s paphiopedilum. Paaa-phiiii-ooo-peee-dii-lum.
- Pa-… OH LOOK FISHIES!

What I don’t quite comprehend is why my hair is a thousand different colours, looks like I’ve bleached it, and yet looks just good ol’ dark reddish brown from afar.
Hair (and light) is weird.

Double dessert
aka why I’m the best friend (I was gonna say girlfriend, but I’m not anyone’s girlfriend in that sense, although I guess it applies to that kind of girlfriendship too) ever.

I cleaned the whole flat this morning when Lisa was sleeping, then I made dinner, and THEN I baked mini key lime pies and raspberry & white chocolate pannacotta cheesecake (that’s a damn long name) so after dinner I surprise-served her coffee and cakes where she was lying with her laptop on the couch hah. I’m basically her bitch. Or just a good housewife.

This was my first time ever making key lime pie btw and the recipe was for one big pie, but I think they turned out really good!

Manly baking.
(aka my mixer is broken, using hammer to crush biscuits for mini key lime pies)