So i love among us XwX i mean like no kidding Alandra is orange shes my sister and go follow her on pixilart:IceCreamAlandra. Illyana is pink (my lil sis). Eli is green (cousin). Maylee is yellow (cousin). camron is red (cousin). london is black (cousin). im white Alandra is always the imposter i mean How!? RRRREEEEEEE
Many beginnings.
Beginning 6.
The best ice cream in the world is made from the clouds you gather at dusk on the beach. Everyone knows that.
* Starting is easy, it's the middle that is often a muddle. And I won't even mention the endings. Here are some beginnings for children stories that flitter through my head. https://www.instagram.com/p/COxp0KSh4KR/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link
This is a digital drawing of another species I designed. Please do not use or claim the species as your own. I took great care creating this creature and I love it to bits. I made a base for this creature too, so if anyone has any color suggestions, I would love to hear them. Just drop a comment. Thanks so much and have a great day.
I recently discovered oil pastels and am being amazed every day at how versatile they are. While cleaning my desk this morning I found some blank ATCs (Artist trading cards, 2.5x3.5") and wondered if I could work small with such a bulky medium. Turns out, absolutely yes.
Henry made a delicious chocolate cake for his friend & went berry picking so he could top the cake with the sweetest and juiciest berries. The only problem was the berries were so delicious and he couldn't help nibbling them off the tree !
free spots only sixteen people that comment who wants it for boys and girls UmU i got this from google but who wants this for a spot UnU ill do more of these to :3 so dont worry! but im still working on the stories -w-
I wanted to draw someone who is actually in my life. My moms friend Chanda was around and I just secretly took a photo of her, and traced her face outline because I am sucky at outlines.
It’s easier to remain silent for someone
whose words only ever got twisted.
(spoke in other forms though)
Running from what?
Nothing. And everything.
Until they fell off the edge - or flew-
and plunged into an epiphany where words can’t
even translate,
can’t touch you.
“Don’t you come looking for me”
on the wind.
