π΅ Born to live, not meant to die π΅ Some exploration panels of Rick and Betty on the run! I'm sure it'll be okay ;u;
Song inspo is Born to Live by NINA
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π΅ Born to live, not meant to die π΅ Some exploration panels of Rick and Betty on the run! I'm sure it'll be okay ;u;
Song inspo is Born to Live by NINA
Ella Purnell as Lucy MacLean - Every Single 'Okey-Dokey!' Fallout (2024)
The only thing that matters is you having fun! Not what others think!
May the 4th be with you βοΈ
Some Maximus sketches. (And a Lucy!) Trying to wait until I doodle spoilers π
saw a tiktok of a mother taking her very tiny daughter to an art museum and sheβs just walking around going βwhoooaβ βwoooaahβ to everything but then they got to a marble statue of a nude woman lying on her back and the girl points and goes βmommyπ«΅β and i just immediately welled up with tears and all the comments are just laughing about it and of course itβs funny but how are you not insanely moved by the way art connects everyone on earth from a centuries-old sculptor to a toddler in 2023
Mother and baby viewing Van Gogh's Madame Roulin and Her Baby at the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston, US. By the Boston Herald
Iβm not sure how to look at art by Lynda Barry
Mike is my brother-in-law! He recently had a life threatening stroke and now has a long road of recovery ahead of him. It would mean the world if you could share/help out. Thank you!
worried that thing you put in your art or writing or game or music is too self-indulgent, too self-referential, too niche for anyone but yourself? fear not! you can do whatever you want forever. and you should.
My farmer and Abigail jammin' in the forest. It's such a cute moment!
Yes I love the games but I also love making the characters hold hands;;
Happy Solar Eclipse day! Rick is very excited about it. He's a junior park ranger and gets really hyped for these sort of things π€
online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.
and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.
there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.
i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.
when yr mutuals dont have 'boop' at the end of their name: