The color of the mood is green.
almost home

roma★
sheepfilms
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Claire Keane
noise dept.
occasionally subtle
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
DEAR READER

Origami Around
YOU ARE THE REASON
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todays bird

oozey mess
Xuebing Du
Peter Solarz

JBB: An Artblog!
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

@theartofmadeline

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The color of the mood is green.
Blue
Their personal spring
The coffin is handmade (cardboard, acrylic paints, glue), the smoke was real, and no one was hurt хД
Postscript: The cat and the ghost made a deal (there's a belief that cats can see into the afterlife, so they're friends). Wu Xie was chasing the ghost, who didn't want to be caught but wanted to play. So he deliberately led Wu Xie to the tomb where they usually played. At the last moment, the ghost disappeared (hid), and the cat took its place. Well, the cat lives with Heihua, yes, but wanders wherever it pleases.
Become my water
A Midsummer Night's Dream
Shen Qiong/Su Wan
Rage and Serenity
You are all my stars
After the rain.
They will always support each other
I made a collage to match my mood:
If you stare into a candle flame for too long at the end of a long day, you might imagine sand flying through the flames and turning into glass…
The outline of a transparent figure, resembling either a dragon or a water serpent, appears out of nowhere on Fo-ye's desk. It seems to be inflated from air bubbles, its edges fluttering with every movement in the room, caused by the wind.
After a cautious knock on the door, Zhang Rishan enters almost silently. He smiles. He has no idea about this figure, which scatters into grains of sand across the desk as soon as a draft in the hallway slams the doors.
The sands of time live by their own laws; unlike people, they have absolutely no need to rush.
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