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Another art piece by Ami Thompson, the art director of KPDH!

Happy Valentine’s Day, vida mía.

Words fail me when I try to tell you everything I feel for you.

Every time I think of you, my heart races and begins to consume itself, as if it wanted to have your presence inside it, forming layer upon layer so you can never leave.

That is why I have decided to give it to you as the eternal bond that unites us. I know you will take better care of it than I ever could.

Each layer of it is a moment we have shared together. I guard them jealously so that no one but you can see them.

If you touch it, you will see how much I love you and how present you are in my day to day life.

With love,

Nulla.

kalash5k1

Quiero que te quedes solo conmigo...

¿Serías mi Valentín?

auntymurda

tumblr will never count as social media to me. This shit a secret hideout and we just all happen to see each others thoughts

boukunnsama

nicktoonsunite

look at my doctors dawg im gonna die

nicktoonsunite

none of them have flight permits btw

aurosoulart

when your art program’s closing message hits you straight in the heart and makes you stop and contemplate the state of it all

aurosoulart

because of the huge response to this post, I decided to make a version of the art that includes the text

(I’ve also uploaded this version of the design to INPRNT, Society6, and Redbubble)

aurosoulart

popping in to say that for the past 6 months I’ve used this post as an indicator of when to check the news because it spikes in notes every time there is a major world event

nightmaresyrup

I compressed and minified a Gryphon. Marvel at how tiny it is! (Around the size of a corgi)

mango-and-isekai

Hello I would like one

nicktoonsunite

bugs when you lift up a rock + timelapse

feluka

imagine if i did my work. if i sat down and Did it. and it was Done. can you even imagine such a thing

ruinedchildhood

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

puziwater

☆nulla的static☆

(*´∀`*)

soffis-mbm

I've seen it more than 3 times, it's beautiful😭❤️

traichonk

♥️🖤

soffis-mbm

Oh my!!❤️

wanna-buy-some-lettuce-kid

'the mortifying ordeal of being known' what about the comforting joy of being understood

elucubrare

it's a shame that the phrase memed in isolation, because that is the point of the original essay. here's the final paragraph:

Years ago a friend of mine had a dream about a strange invention; a staircase you could descend deep underground, in which you heard recordings of all the things anyone had ever said about you, both good and bad. The catch was, you had to pass through all the worst things people had said before you could get to the highest compliments at the very bottom. There is no way I would ever make it more than two and a half steps down such a staircase, but I understand its terrible logic: if we want the rewards of being loved we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known.

the whole essay is worth reading & is really lovely.