Hello Julia Love this work. You are extremely talented. Thank you for so much entertainment. Tour amazing. I can never get enough. I keep coming g back wanting more. Thanks again. Hope your doing well. Looking forward to your next video. Anxiously awaiting. Keep it up.
I've said it before and I'll say it again, the improvement demonstrated in your newer works from where you were before (which was nifty enough in its own right) is impressive indeed. Your blue, glowing fae incarnaton was a surprise to see in just how magical an image you present, which also goes for the lighting of the forest background; altogether, a beautiful fantasy-exterior which takes on a different and haunting subtext beside the very human inner turmoil the poem describes. The other fleeting roles you play were also nifty, you can pull off horns far better than I can. (I know you won't believe me but it's true.) 'I'm a monster perhaps' sounds like something anyone whose experience with love has not been the linear, storybook tale of perfection that (Disney adapted) fairytales would have us believe, might be tempted to think. Your lines: 'Oh, how I long to be free, All this love and affection suffocates me, So I push you away, Makes me wish you would stay' could not help but resonate. The grass is always greener everywhere except where you're standing, and the heart may well not be wise enough to want anything beyond the fantasy. I appear to be rambling again, though in a sense that may be to your credit; your poem is a wise one and leaves me pondering deep thoughts after hearing it. 'I just want to dance.' Indeed, joy is tempting and whether it's enough of not, it's often all that can be grasped at in the moment. I do worry sometimes that in this day and age, people following a will-o-wisp might hope they're being led to a grasping swamp. I'll cease my whitters and close with the true and traditional: Nice, nice and thrice nice.
@@squirerichard2710 Thank you so much😊 And you're right, I definitely don't believe you about the horns. Granted, I don't recall ever having seen you with horns on your head, but considering how well you pull of masks...well, I don't believe you. It's always good to hear I've improved, hopefully I will keep on improving further.
Hello Julia
Love this work. You are extremely talented. Thank you for so much entertainment. Tour amazing. I can never get enough. I keep coming g back wanting more. Thanks again. Hope your doing well. Looking forward to your next video. Anxiously awaiting. Keep it up.
I've said it before and I'll say it again, the improvement demonstrated in your newer works from where you were before (which was nifty enough in its own right) is impressive indeed. Your blue, glowing fae incarnaton was a surprise to see in just how magical an image you present, which also goes for the lighting of the forest background; altogether, a beautiful fantasy-exterior which takes on a different and haunting subtext beside the very human inner turmoil the poem describes. The other fleeting roles you play were also nifty, you can pull off horns far better than I can. (I know you won't believe me but it's true.)
'I'm a monster perhaps' sounds like something anyone whose experience with love has not been the linear, storybook tale of perfection that (Disney adapted) fairytales would have us believe, might be tempted to think. Your lines: 'Oh, how I long to be free,
All this love and affection suffocates me, So I push you away, Makes me wish you would stay' could not help but resonate. The grass is always greener everywhere except where you're standing, and the heart may well not be wise enough to want anything beyond the fantasy. I appear to be rambling again, though in a sense that may be to your credit; your poem is a wise one and leaves me pondering deep thoughts after hearing it.
'I just want to dance.' Indeed, joy is tempting and whether it's enough of not, it's often all that can be grasped at in the moment.
I do worry sometimes that in this day and age, people following a will-o-wisp might hope they're being led to a grasping swamp.
I'll cease my whitters and close with the true and traditional: Nice, nice and thrice nice.
@@squirerichard2710 Thank you so much😊 And you're right, I definitely don't believe you about the horns. Granted, I don't recall ever having seen you with horns on your head, but considering how well you pull of masks...well, I don't believe you.
It's always good to hear I've improved, hopefully I will keep on improving further.
Waos
She is so pretty
@@alesiabrazil6028 Thank you💜