|21st February, 2017.|
|21st February, 2017.|
|5th January, 2016.|
|4th September, 2015.|
|30th October, 2014.|
Hoi, I'm Elfie and I draw stuff.
DO NOT POST MY ART ON ANY OTHER WEBSITE WITHOUT MY CONSENT WHATSOEVER!!!
HOWEVER! If, for whatever reason, you're thinking about sharing my work elsewhere, note me first and we will discuss further before I give out my consent. Also, I have to know SPECIFICALLY where you plan on sharing them, DETAILS AND EVERYTHING -- ALL OF THEM!!! I can't stress that enough!!!
Where else to find me
Elfie's Personal Tumblie: elven5mystery.tumblr.com/
Elfie's Art Tumblie: elfiedraws.tumblr.com/
Elfie's Twittie: twitter.com/ElfieTanuki
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Elfie's Gaia: www.gaiaonline.com/profiles/el…
Requests for contact info on Facebook and Skype are ONLY accepted to close friends and people I know in real life.
I have Snapchat too! Look for elfietanuki, can't miss it, lol!
Thank you for the comments, faves, watches, llamas, etc. I truly appreciate them from the bottom of my heart.
Recovery.I didn't need all those years of therapy.
I didn't need all those pills filled with crap that are supposed to help you cope.
I didn't need to work out and get fit through the exercise of sports.
I didn't need to give EMDR treatment a chance.
I didn't need to be told I'm lazy and I didn't need to be forced to get up and do something.
I didn't need a job supposedly to 'distract' myself from what was going on.
I didn't need a million people around me in order to feel better.
I didn't need to go back to school to get my life back on track.
I needed understanding.
Betrayals' sacrifice.I may have jumped in front of the train.
But it was you who threw me under the buss.
Hypocrite.You blame me of the same things you do.
But, if only you had asked, I would've told you everything.
Ironic.When I told you I love you, you didn't believe me.
I never told you I no longer loved you, but somehow, you believe it.
Ode to Prince You were what they called legend.
A man with a guitar and piano painted in purple
A person that lived life by daring to be different.
For you always knew that we gathered to party.
Every second of every hour that passes, we check social media
Begging someone to say that your death was not truth.
All we’re met with is confirmation that you’ve left.
So we all question and wonder how this could’ve happened.
Was it your turn up on stage?
Did Michael Jackson, Whitney, and David Bowie need you?
Did God say he needed you to bring happiness and joy to those in his kingdom?
We all know that you have been taken to paradise where there are endless parties.
Where you can perform with the greats.
You are finally home with your fellow icons.
Your Showtime was at ten and you took the stage.
As the angels turned the page.
It’s painful for us to think of life without you
But death is not the end but the beginning, we’ll see you again soon.
For now we’ll share o