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if i look back, i am lost
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One Nice Bug Per Day

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trying on a metaphor
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Three Goblin Art
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Me at 1am on messenger: mom
Me still on messenger: I want to remodel my life
My mind: KAWAIII ANIMEEE GIRL YAS
I want my daddy! I want my daddy! I want my daddy! I want my daddy! I want my daddy! I want my daddy! I want my daddy! I want my daddy!
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It’s okay if you can’t regress like you want to.
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It’s okay if you are a secret little
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It’s okay if you want to be big, you don’t always have to be little.
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It’s okay to like big things.
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It’s okay to not want to be little 24/7. ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨
It's okay to want to be a kawaii little anime girl and no matter what u look like u can be and already r
i dont want [snuggles further into blanket] to take [holds stuffie closer] a nap [yawns] im not even [pulls cg closer to cuddle me] tired right now [closes eyes] ill never sleep
I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back. The boy couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6 years old. The cashier said, “I’m sorry, but you don’t have enough money to buy this doll.” Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ”Granny, are you sure I don’t have enough money?” The old lady replied: ”You know that you don’t have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.” Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. “It’s the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.” I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her afterall, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. “No, Santa Claus can’t bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.” His eyes were so sad while saying this. “My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.” My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: “I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.” Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me “I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won’t forget me. I love my mommy and I wish she doesn’t have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.” Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. “Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?” “OK,” he said, “I hope I do have enough.” I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money. The little boy said: “Thank you God for giving me enough money!” Then he looked at me and added, “I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!” “I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn’t dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.” “My mommy loves white roses.” A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn’t get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy? Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away. I couldn’t stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him. Now you have 2 choices: 1) Reblog this message. 2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart
Not that agree with chainmail, but wow
This brought me to tears. I was so touched.
This story touched my Hart I had to reblog this
It touched my heart
Omg my heart! Bless that little boy and his pure heart
Love this
imagine
you’re swinging on a tire swing in your backyard while your caregiver pushes you. the breeze runs its fingers through your hair and the sun is high in the sky. when you’re done, your caregiver fixes you a sippy full of apple juice and you lie together on a blanket, finding shapes in the clouds. “you’re my sweet angel,” they say to you, which makes warm fuzziness explode inside you. you cuddle them and fall asleep in their arms.
Thinking of clearing out my blog
I would be deleting most of the posts I've reblogged and trying to stick to my tagging system more. I feel like my blog is kind of a mess and it bothers me. Just warning y'all so it doesn't startle you!
Bonus:
Beauriful
added these three paintings to my shop ! $8 and free shipping to the US ! they come with a free juice box cat enamel pin :•)
Me: daddy I’m feeling fussy
Daddy: I can tell
Me: >:o ?? You can’t just say that??
My stepsister does art on her leg this way
And I do it this way
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Ten Major Artists:
Wong Wong & Lulu
Pepper examining himself before commencing a self-portrait
Pepper’s self-portrait
Tiger the spontaneous reductionist
Misty goes off the wall
Minnie, the abstract expressionist
Minnie’s Reindeer in Provence, 1992.
Smokey painting after an hour in the catnip patch
Smokey at work
Ginger’s Stripped Bare Birds, 1992.
Princess, the elemental fragmentist
Charlie, the peripheral realist
this literally makes me so happy