Black Roses

I'm addicted to black roses. They're just so beautiful. And a little magical, in a way. In an eerie way. Too bad there aren't many for sale, at least not here in Finland. I heard they grow in nature in Turkey, so maybe I should visit there someday. I'm not the kind of girl who likes to receive flowers, but if a guy brought me one black rose, I'd know I have found my soulmate. Doesn't have to be a real one, a dyed rose would be good enough. But I guess I have to settle for drawing them for now.

I don't know if it's just me or does the quality of the
photo make it look like the pencils are drawn.
However, they are not drawn. I will never be
that good.

I'm developing :D