Lately, thanks to our stepfather's mom, we’ve been able to buy a house and have a stable income again. That’s exactly why I’m so scared to tell her. I don’t want to ruin things—assuming she’d even take me seriously if I voiced my concerns.
HHERE is her Youtube: “A cozy watercolor artist channel sharing creative vlogs, studio life, and sketchbook moments.IERE is her Instagram
llustration, for me, is a way of preserving what feels fragile and meaningful, and of finding poetry in the simplest things.”
Lately, I’ve been meditating on the Japanese concept of Chisoku (知足). It literally translates to «knowing enough.»
It’s not about settling for less; it’s about realizing that what you already have is plenty.
She had watched the blue and red streaks of light burst out of her hands and speed into the endless sky and disappear forever. Now her cat colony was hungry and she was determined to find them food.
NIotFd lost it and without it being what time usually takes from one's etched stone
Tor grief was nevermore a tender theif than what I'd dreamed
there in lies the depths of which would never be less that what a god could see
he pain are worthy of such soft and quiet devotion