Love These Edits!😍

The brush textures, lighting, and color tone have my whole heart! 💗

Echo with pspsps

Where there’s Echo, Fives isn’t far behind

Thanks for playing!

EWAN MCGREGOR | Vanity Fair | 2024

Gedet'ye ♡

reblog this post and i will send you an ask in mando'a (from my main blog)

I'ts over Thorn, You have crossed the line. NO MORE POST-ITS

Original Meme:

I don't know why im putting so much effort in these lmao ''But the best part of this plan is, no one can stop me''

Reblogs are super appreciated <3

su'cuy, purity! ni ne'kar'tayli gar gana tumblr, ni shekemi gar jii!

Ori'vor'e par haar shekemir, burc'ya! K'oyacyi!

(I am still learning Mando'a but I'm happy to practice anytime. ♡)

Words worth reading and repeating ♡

your work matters, and you're not a very good judge of it.

you can have the fancy degrees and the years of experience. you can have zero idea what you're doing and nothing but a song in your heart. the way you view what you write will never be how i view what you write. which is why you gotta write whatever feels real and good and honest to ya.

i forgot this. it's really lonely to be an author. the world you slice through to carve into a page - it can't ever be fully realized. sometimes the sun is butter yellow, and i can never spread it onto toast to serve to you. i can never describe fully the feeling of a new england october, only that a place that is often too-cold is suddenly full of a strange and visceral warmth. if you're not a writer or an artist, the experience is like this: take a flower and study it. without eating it, cook me a meal that tastes like this flower.

so i didn't know how good the book is, only that i hoped beyond a hope that anyone out there might get a kick out of it. maybe someone nice will review it every few days, i thought. i just want it to help any 1 person.

i did a reading recently where far too many people were kind and thoughtful and so gentle with me that i got into my car and burst into tears. i've had a very rough year, and this experience felt like a hug. so many people telling me they love what i read from the book. and in it, listening to the laughter as i read - at jokes i have long since stopped thinking are funny - it sent a bird straight through my heart. oh shit, i thought. i've been so unnecessarily cruel to myself.

you have no idea how many people read your work and don't respond because they are too shy or busy or unsure. i have webcomics i've never commented on that i've been checking on weekly for actual years. there are artists on spotify i will never be able to see in concert. there are paintings in galleries that i couldn't afford but wanted to kiss. i love what you have made, and i have no idea how to tell you. i love you, and it hurt me and helped me and also sent me back home. i wish there was more time and more ways to shine the light back to you.

be gentle. you have no way of knowing if you're good enough, so you might as well make something that feels good to make. someone will love it. and that love is never wasted.

"Vivamus, moriendum est."

Let us live, since we must die.

Too cute for words.💖

It’s May 4th! May the Force be with you guys!

I wanted to draw something cute so have a Cody cuddling cats🐱

Too cute! 💕

please do not eat the clones

(based on: x)

I have zero context for any of this. I just love how much joy it gives me each and every time I look at it. 😊

they're best friends