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▪Oh hi! Here's where @thebigmirza shows her so called “talents” and daily adventures. ▸you're now one of the crows! My programs: Ibis paint x, krita, inshot (Sometimes, just sometimes blender.) ▸ @Jinnytheginlover_bot the bar.
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زندگی عاشق اینه که بارها و بارها «آدما تغییر میکنن» رو بکوبونه تو صورتم.
دیگه خسته شدم و این دفعه خودم تغییر کردم، بجای زدن نقاب الان دیگه خودمم رسما.
ولی میدونی هر تغییری یه هزینه ای داره؛ من تک تک افراد رو از خودم دور کردم-برا خودشون بهتره ببینید کی گفتم.
رسما ریسک اینو دوباره خریدم که یه عده دوباره بیان بگن اوا با ادما بازی میکنه و فلانو بسار- اهمیتی نداره، طرز فکر ادما دست من نیست پس من دیگه مثل خر تو گل دیگه قرار نیست دستو پا بزنم، چون بجای دراومدن بیشتر فرو میرم.
خب، میشه گفت یکی از دردناک ترین هزینه هاش رو امروز بعد از 1 ساعت کلنجار رفتن پشت سر گذاشتم.
الان فقط میتونم در توصیف اتفاقی که افتاده بگم که خیلیا به ارزوشون رسیدن، تبریک.
I guess your poison finally slipped under my skin.و تمام. هنوز چندنفر هستن. لطفا قبل از اینکه تلخ تموم بشه خودتون رهام کنید. - امیدوارم بتونم بلخره طعم زندگی معمولی رو بچشم چنل من صرفا هیچوقت قرار نبوده فقط برای ارت باشه، هروقت حس کردم به هدفش نزدیک تره براتون توضیح میدم که من اینجا رو به چه چشمی میبینم. فقط الان میشه گفت که یک عدد gin lover مست هستم که توی یه کلاب مخفی توی خیابون پشتی یه شهری، یه بار داره.
Yep, Jinny is also a barista/bartender.هرروز با چیزای مختلف سرمو از اتفاقات گذشته دور میکنم، و سعی میکنم شخص قابل اعتماد کسایی باشم که مشتری بار هستن. «به عنوان یه بارتندر باید به خیلیا مشاوره داد، به عنوان نماینده کلاب باید نقش آدم خونسرد رو بازی کرد. برای کسایی که زخم خوردن باید دستگیر بود، براشون جای اونیو پر کنید که زمانی که خودتون نیازمند بودید وجود نداشت.» بامزه، کصخل، پرحرف- اما این ادم وقتی داره بطری gin رو تموم میکنه واقعا چه شکلیه؟
امیدوارم با قوه تخیلم و قدرت نویسندگی تونسته باشم یکم از حسمو منتقل کنم. هروقت حسش باشه بیشتر و بیشتر براتون مینویسم. تقریبا خودمم آروم تر میشم با این کار. با عشق، میرزای بزرگ.#express
Don't ask why, but I made her in gacha- for learning animation and art purposes #randomshit
-thank you for joining, and for your patience..🗣️. +Also, some of these are drawn with references, some are drawn by hand and some are drawn with pen. + sorry if something is forgotten or the drawing isn't similar enough to the character. + if anyone is forgotten, I'll do them later -I'm dying rn. #art // #sketch
Don't trust anything you hear in this place.#animation // #randomshit // #3d
کاملا متقاعد شدم ADHD دارم
نمیتونم رو یه پروژه بند باشم
الان 6 تا ویپ دارم که 2 تاش انیمیشنه
اپدیت: بکنیدش 3 تا انیمیشن.
× It's the June 28. His birthday. Bil aka the ticket taker.(Idk the animations owner- Stole it from Pinterest)
I'll draw smt
-But then again, there's a part of me I'd rather keep it for myself. And probably this will be the last time I'd talk about it.
Ever since I stepped into this virtual world I learnt new stuff about people, how cruel and dangerous they can be, how much careless they are. Some are children and some are straight up evil. - note: NOT EVERYONE, OKAY?! The biggest truth I found was that things always change, always end. Nothing is forever. You'd say, well, get along with it!; sure, I did , I am. But there's always that ONE part of me thinking about the people that came and left, the effects, "what if"s start building up in my head. I'm unable of letting go, I constantly keep replaying every single moment of my whole life, every experience. I have been working on it, trying to let go, I quite succeed. But you know you can't change your whole identity or the LIVING ppl from the past!. They're always... Near. It's not like I hate them, no. It's ME I hate actually. The mistakes and all the terrible choice and... More.(I really don't want to go deeper) - the second part of this is the feeling that I'm in a cycle. The very cycle that's natural but tormenting. People come, people go. Right? But for me it's: People come, people break, people go. When the internet was cut I finally broke, I was completely exhausted and dumped everyone near to me. Opened up to a few people but then I got scared, cut communications with them too, even the REALLY REALLY CLOSEST ONES. I didn't want that end again, the radio silence... I came up with the idea of not having any friends or so called internet buddies anymore. I watched in silence, watched the world, those people. Something burnt my very being. Jealousy. Pure unadulterated jealousy. The feeling of being the only one who endured the pain was crushing; the one who just... Overreacted as they put it.Of course I'd go back to trying to communicate, I'm a human and I was dying out of depression during the time that I cut off my... Uhhh, friendships and stuff. But I'm afraid, if this is just another loop. I'm afraid if some people would just...yeah never mind. Ive yapped so much. #express
Are we officially 50...Nah man I never thought I'd get this much -or talking abt my annoying... Being. Why? I'm not putting that much effort into art like I thought I would. (Typical ADHD and lazy behavior. Ava being ava.) Other problem is that Im not really social anymore- tragic things happened and I'm still healing(both mentally and physically), it's like I expect everyone to notice me without even trying. I know it's really toxic, disgusting and I'm aware of it. Call me pick me or whatever.- I'M TIRED OF MY OWN BEHAVIOR. I still can't handle daily activities and here we go, I got some good jolly funny nice friends and a channel full of talented artists. Honestly, thank you.
I know that someone is going to leave, we'll be back to 40 and I'll have to sit here crying in shame but yeah.#express
