I am a person, I am a female, and I can be identified by many different titles. I am a mother, a whovian, a brony, a chef, pretend bilinguist, grammar Nazi, quiet atheist, book enthusiast, energetic procrastinator, hopeful wanderer, badot, blottesque painter, an easily gruntled person, queer, and above all, human. If you've made it this far through my description then I already like you. Some days I laugh, some days I cry, and some days I'm overly gushy with my child Achaius Craig; my problems are yours as yours can be mine, I'm open about everything and love to help people suffering in their personhood for whatever reason. Clearly I have problems with run-on sentences though.
My god… the cover up/touch up is amazing… and such a sad story. So amazing of him to give that man the work done for free… people like this give me hope :3