Got the lining done for my tattoo 🖤 now to wait 2 weeks to get the shading done
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Got the lining done for my tattoo 🖤 now to wait 2 weeks to get the shading done
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Es tan autodestructivo no decir lo que uno siente en el momento preciso.
#wip #medusa #art #procreate #digitalart #digitalpainting https://www.instagram.com/p/CiP1CLpOKtR/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
Another project worked on till 5 in the morning https://www.instagram.com/p/ChIoOlhpvw1/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
Not done yet. but working on a new project #digitalart #art #procreate https://www.instagram.com/p/ChBGSp1pjzj/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
"I really like talking with you. I don't know. I guess I feel comfortable."
my favorite love language is trying, actually
like when people try to learn your hobbies or try to play the same sports that you play in an effort to get closer to you, people who try to love you the way you love people, people who will go to places you want to visit just for your sake, people remembering, putting in an effort. just. trying
me ahogo en todo lo que no digo
“Me preocupo por personas que ni siquiera piensan en mí. No sé cómo no hacerlo, y eso duele el doble.”
— Recovecos de mi alma
Te extraño, pero no te puedo bajar del cielo.
We can't ibuprofen our way outta this one boys
I recently found out why my mom would never sleep around me when I was a kid. Like she’d never let herself take naps or sleep if I was awake, ever. Or if she did, she would lock her bedroom door. So when I was 6, I was asleep in my bed in the middle of the night when I hear a loud bang, like a pot being dropped and come out to the living room to see my mom standing by the window, with just a huge pile of spaghetti all over the sill, and a pot on the ground, and I ’m like “Are you gonna eat all that?” And ya’ll she get’s BIG MAD and yells at me and chases me to my room but then a little while later a bunch of cops show up and ask me a bunch of random ass questions about my art? Like this one cop lady keeps asking me to draw dragons for her?! And they seem mad as hell
I didn’t want to get arrested so I just never asked my mom for spaghettis after that. Lesson, learned. Don’t ask mom for spaghettis or she’ll call the damn police on you.
So I have this memory in my head, and it goes unquestioned until I say it outload for the first time a few months back and as soon as I say the words “When I was six, my mom called the cops on me for asking for spaghettis” My adult logic slams into place and is like “Hang on. Your mother definatly did not call the police on a 6 year old for asking for spaghetti.”
So obviously that’s not what really went down. I call up my mom to tell her how I remember it and on top of her figuring out why her kid has always been really cagey around spaghettis for the last 3 decades she tells me what really happened.
So on that night, a man tried to break into our house through the front window. It was just my mom, and her kids so she did what she felt she had too and shot him in the head. He’d been wearing a helmet, which landed on the floor under the window.
Now I just want ya’ll to put yourselves in my moms shoes for a minute here. This woman has just taken a human life. The trauma of that- the instant agony, the panic, the guilt, the fear- all of it hitting her at once, her only solace the knowledge that her children are safe. She protected her daughters. No matter the cost to her soul- her children are safe.
Then she looks up and sees her six year old staring at the inside of this mans head before saying “Are you gonna eat all that?”
the number of times friends have come to me and said someone showed them this post and they were like “oh hey, that’s my friend I know them” is deeply upsetting.