hello yes this is my art
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I'm Aalaa and I'm a giant nerd from Egypt. I'm eighteen and taking a gap year until I can go to uni for illustration uvu
I'm very experimental with my art, still trying to find a style that I like c':
I post most of my little sketches onto my tumblr but here's where my good stuff is.
feel free to ask me anything, I'm quite approachable <3
(profile picture drawn by who is actually my love
she also thinks i'm a catastrophe
"NINA" was the only declaration on the lid. The box was clearly handmade, yet impressively sturdy - it was thick, and held well upon being opened. Dense, folded clothing - curiously red and green - blanketed a solid, brick-like mass of novels. And above them was a folded note that read:
"I know we haven't spoken much, but I've seen you in Music more than once. Strings are the best instruments, aren't they? Anyways, Merry Christmas - I worked with what I had."
Iris' strength had always been in handmade gifts - like the small festive dress she'd put together. She wasn't much of a reader however, having asked around until she'd found a set of novels she hoped Nina hadn't already read.
She slunk close to the wall, watching Nina's reaction. She hoped it would be a good one.