#helloeurydice art

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a late happy father’s day to woon papidonwa, the best papi in janloon

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“When he was concerned or deep in thought, a dimple appeared on the right side of Woon’s forehead, one that Shae was often tempted to reach over and flatten out with her thumb”

Woon Papidonwa from the Green Bone Saga by Fonda Lee

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and the flowers wept acrylic on paper

reposting because better quality (finally) and it's now available as a print on INPRNT and redbubble

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bellarke x van gogh

prompted by @thelegendofclarke via @t100fic-for-blm

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for @broashwhat​ prompted through @t100fic-for-blm​

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"Once upon a time, the sea fell in love with the moon..."

a @t100fic-for-blm prompted by haley who donated to rebuild the block, a fundraiser to aid black-owned, small businesses get back on their feet after the economic crisis of COVID-19 and/or the looting destruction

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home acrylic and oil on paper

Before, it had always just seemed empty — the absence of light. A black hole that pulled everything towards it, even her. Now, though, when she peered down into it, staring into the depths of his person, she could see something else: the starry face of heaven, beautiful and intricate. Constellations, galaxies, whole universes in one man. Seeing him this way was more intimate than anything else about their night. Her fingertips traced so hesitantly over his cheeks, as though he might shatter beneath her if she pressed too hard. “My love,” he continued, his two whispered words so full of devotion that she had to close her eyes for a moment in order to take it all in. “Can you see me?” She nodded, suddenly feeling choked by her own emotion. Against her fingers, she could feel his smile. He wanted so badly to be seen. “I see you,” she said, the words truer this night than any other time she’d uttered them. Then, pressing her lips against his forehead, she whispered again, “I see you.”

- House Beyond Sunrise by @andromedabennet

now available as a print on INPRNT and redbubble

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take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die