The Watchers

Drew fyodor from memory :P

When a character is the saddest man alive it's your responsibility to make him the most beautiful woman you've ever seen

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being alive is like: you want to go home. you don't know where home is. you want to go home. you don't know where home is. you want to go home. you haven't known for a long time. you want to go home but you don't know where you'd go. you want to go home you want to go home you want to go home

stage fright..!!!!

(some of) my fish art :) 🐟

saw a tweet that asked people to redraw a photo as mizisua soooo here we are !! i didn’t have a lot of time due to midterms soooo here’s the wip ill never finish 💔

oh, no, i have no concept of the size of a whale or of the galaxy. i am cosmically insignificant, which is fine. the other day i accidentally spilled a few grains of sugar on the counter. i watched a single ant heft it over his head and run with it - run! - like he was carrying a crown.

sometimes when i am watching the rain i think about how each particular drop is new and only exists for right-now and yet it is the same water as it has been for millennia. the atoms i am are only meeting in this form for this one life. later maybe they will be a mushroom. maybe in the infinite expanse of time, two of my molecules will meet each other again and they'll say i remember existing with you. which is maybe how a star feels, watching humans dance and laugh and sing in the bodies we are borrowing.

what am i in the cosmic sense? what of the stupid human exploits of my tiny human life?

the other day i found a wilting bumblebee and fed it a little water. after an hour, he made a lazy loop of flight. up and towards the stars.

her smile

i want to know what kind of demon has possessed me to make me type like this. autocorrect has fully given up and accepted thr and ans as words.