#lowkey cooking

[therealmoonagedaydream]

my favourite girllll @aieroartstudios ‘s clover ^^

i like this pencil brush and the smudge tool hehe

no yellow + unshaded under the cut

[kidspawn]

CLONE FUCKING FIC BACK ON

[snakes-of-the-undercity]

“What radicalized you”

I met people. I talked to people. I lived with artists and poets and bankers and bikers and nurses and farmers, my friends came from isolated religious communities and military houses and families that had lost parents and siblings and families that were going through the immigration process.

I sat in the dirt and ate bugs and berries and listened to kooky old ladies when they told me what plants to eat and taught me how to play bocce and gave me new books to read, and I climbed trees in my daycare with my friends to watch ambulances drive into the hospital across the road.

I swam in the ocean and watched a boy overdose outside the community college even though the hospital was less than 3 minutes away on foot because there was no one to come get him. I played piano each Thursday and had taekwondo every Monday and Wednesday night and my teachers and classmates were all different kinds of people that had no qualms about sharing their stories and their lives with me.

I was in the ‘good’ French school four times a week, and I was in the ‘juvie’ English school once a week, and my friends were from every part of everything. ‘Gifted kids’ and troubled folk and sports loving assholes with their elementary school friends.

And it was so beautiful that I couldn’t imagine it ever ending and it sucked so badly that I sometimes wanted to die and it was also just so very neutral because that’s just how life was.

And it never occurred to me that there was any other way to be than caring for all these people, that I could judge them for their messes or that they could judge me for mine. Because I was a child and I was allowed to be a child in those ways for far longer than some other folks. I was allowed to question and wonder at the cause of things without anger or fear or disgust or discomfort because my world did not yet have boundaries in which to confine the ‘normal’ and the ‘strange’.

And even when I was made aware of the supposed reality of the human condition, that in which we hate and we judge and we are needlessly cruel to all things we cannot understand, I did not want to believe it.

[kumakumatard]

this is for a shrimp hoodie but guys look at how i drew this part