aw! i love chinchillas haha. we had one as a class pet in elementary school named buddy and i adored him.
i think you remind me of a mink! they’ve got such sleek, shiny coats. pretty little critters!
*squeaks* I am just now seeing this, and I adore it! <33333 FFFFF. DDD: You are too sweet and I love it so much.
Also, ffff. I love minks. <3~ And ermines. I’ve always wanted one as a pet. ;o;
Ahh, she’s just so cute~. <3333
Some of my own work because stop reblogging, Crys. That’s why.
Actually like two years-ish old? I don’t know. A christmas or two ago at least. Whenever my mom was big into the Sopranos airing on Bravo. z_z Yep.
This is terrible, actually. But I don’t know. It’s always hit this weird soft spot because it was one of the few times when I painted something that wasn’t an absolute fiasco in every right. I remember being really proud at the vibrancy at the time, and the fact it was traditional. Both incredibly out of my comfort zone.
Too bad the subject matter is still par for the course with my work. So derivative. Blagh.
I actually have so many paintings I AM proud of. Pen work, markers, pencils. They never see the light of day, and most certainly the light of scanner. And they’re much better than this. I don’t know. I’m always so nervous when I practice my traditional works that they just end up feeling too personal. Critique my digital work to hell, please. It’s awful. I’m just afraid I’d be too guarded.
But that’s why this year is dedicated to getting better. Just like every year.
I deactived my various social media accounts a few days ago before I went to bed. I was really emotionally fried, at the time. That point where, I don’t know, every little thing is getting to you and you realize your dependency on communication and connection is really only hindering your self-esteem. The need to feel like someone remembered your birthday or misses you only hurts more than it makes you smile.
But I’ll be back in a few days!
It feels strange, how much it’s helping. I don’t usually let myself be alone with my emotions because I don’t like how they drive me to feel so low. But instead, I’ve been crying less and creating more. My productivity feels through the roof. But I don’t think Matt appreciates my five-in-the-morning emotional outbursts followed by promptly by - I need a sketchbook. HEH. Oh well~.
Edit: Lol, posted it before I got the last paragraph in before. xD
Our home is an absolute emotional nightmare right now, and this is supposed to be my reprieve and outlet until we can afford the move. What am I doing knowingly putting myself through that, right?
(Shh, nobody tell Stick!Me that’s not how hands/thumbs work. She just looks so blissfully ignorant.)
I really appreciate that you asked! :) I’m still kinda under-the-weather/really sleepy and sluggish, but I’m eating solid foods in what feels like the first time in forever, so I consider it a major boost in both health and morale.
Are you doing any better yourself? (I only check tumblr twice a day so I may need to wade through posts as the answer will probably smack me in the face, haha. >_> *cough*)
<3
>O>; Felt bad that I hadn’t tumbled anything recently.
Still feeling like hell. Worse now, actually. Think it’s the flu. Sigh.
Blog needed more art on it.
Technically drawn by Matt but I’m tumbling it anyway because he scribbled it for me a few years ago. :C
PS: We just finished the first season of Supernatural and it (+ the first ep of season two) made me so upset and angry and ugh. ;A; You don’t even understand, haha. BUT I am really enjoying SPN. So stop spoiling it! >C
XD <3
So, I’ve been under the weather lately (read: Feeling like absolute GARBAGE and not wanting to leave my bed come hell or high water), so I haven’t so much as thought about art.
My few attempts have ended in fantastic headache/nausea sessions, and yeah. >O>;;
But as always, husbandface has been an absolute trooper and catering to my beck and call. ;A; So i spent a whopping ten minutes on this for him. <3
Secretly, my husband is an angry fox.
Man, I am having a super hard time believing this isn’t a dream or a prank. :C Saw it before bed and was sure that when I woke up it would have all been a dream.
Idols on my tumblr. What a day~.
Uhh, haha, seriously though, welcome, welcome!
When winter came, my mother would never allow me to go anywhere without wearing enough clothes to suffocate a baby bear. The red of the fireplace was a contrast to how blue and gray the season felt. To drink hot drinks and warm myself up from the inside, to the tips of my fingers, was a feeling different from any other. Small mysteries that no one could explain. Not that I thought too much about it, as a child. No, back then I just really liked hot cocoa.
And the snow.
Sometimes I would pray, without even knowing how, that snow would come. My mother would always tell me how rare it was, how many years it had been, as if that would somehow convince me to stop wishing. I never stopped.
And then one day I saw her.
Long straight hair, clear eyes, dressed in a beautiful white gown. Winter looked like a bride ought to look, like a princess, like she had fallen right down the sky. With complete disregard for my mother’s words, I ran outside in the cold, wanting to see her up close. And when I left, when I left…
It was like the stars were raining down on me, caressing my face. Winter winked at me, pointing up. As if my wishes had been granted. As if she was a fairy from one of my books.
Her eyes were a promise, a promise that Winter and I, against all odds, would always meet again, under the falling crystals.
Winter
Lily M.
12.25.2011
for Crystal
cover image by: Galibo / がりぼー (unauthorized usage)
I love you. <3 I’m so happy to have a physical copy of this in your handwriting, you really have no idea. ;A; <3
