Had this idea in my head for a while now. Finally gave it a go. Though my original idea was of a caged tiger, it somehow became birds as I sketched. Maybe I’ll make another version with a tiger in the future~
Here’s a quick timelapse. The full hours long 6 recording sessions for this painting, plus HD image and PSD file will be DMed on Patreon.com/Yuumei on April 5th.
My neighbour has had a Conservative sign on our shared lawn (on his side) and so because we don’t want people to drive by our house and think it’s our lawn, we got a small sign that says “everyone is welcome here!” With a rainbow maple leaf.
My girlfriend went to get me Timmies and the neighbour comes out and says:
"I saw you put that sign up, thats not cause of me is it? you don't think I'm like... One of those, do you? Cause I'm just voting conservative. I'm not... Like that"
As if the word homophobic is a slur. And it’s like… I’m glad you don’t hate the gays I guess but you’re not just voting for your favourite policy in a vacuum. You're voting for all of them, and the attitude that comes with that person.
At best, you’re proving you don’t pay attention to what policies they have and are trying to put to law. AT BEST. And also PP wants to hand Canada over to Trump so bad… if only he had that energy for Land back movements instead. Ugh.
all boobs are good boobs. all tummies are good tummies. all thighs are good thighs. your body is perfect just the way it is, it does so much for you. don’t let your insecurities tear you down.
I hate how on Tumblr, a username like lisa486 is almost certainly a pornblot, while someone named solidsnakesasscheeks is almost certainly a real person
Isn’t it interesting how Time doesn’t really “pass”? Time simply is. It sits there, unmoving yet unyielding — like a landscape — while we stroll, sprint, and stumble through the vastness of it.
We often imagine Time as something that flows, something that slips through our fingers, but perhaps it’s more like terrain: endless, constant, neutral and indifferent.
We chart our lives across it, measure change against it, and yet it remains untouched. We grow older, we move on, we leave things behind — but Time stays. It doesn’t rush to outrun us or linger to comfort us.
And maybe that’s why it feels so elusive — because we expect it to move with us. But the truth is, we are the movement. Time doesn’t pass. We do.
