Being A Self-taught Artist With No Formal Training Is Having Done Art Seriously Since You Were A Young

History is getting too close to repeating itself

Raph doesn't think Leo is fit to be leader. Saki didn't think Yoshi was fit to take over the dojo.

Zakoupeno dneska a mohu potvrdit, že chutná přesně jako veselé Vánoce

Kampak jdeš kolemjdoucí zastav se na chvíli a pohovor o nové chuti kofoly

something something despite the all horrors and tragedies of the world, love was there and that's all that matters

Všem vám přeju šťastné a pohodové vánoce. Bacha na kosti a užíte si pohádky.

Dneska vám dávám jen skici ale snad stihnu něco víc později tenhle týden :D

“average person eats 3 spiders a year” factoid actualy just statistical error. average person eats 0 spiders per year. Spiders Georg, who lives in cave & eats over 10,000 each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted

more shitty doodles to pass time

🕊️ Please Take a Moment to Read Nadin’s Story

My name is Nadin. I never imagined I would write something like this. I’ve always been someone who kept her worries quiet, someone who believed that even the hardest days could be endured with patience and faith. But right now, I am reaching out — not because I want to, but because I need to.

I am a wife, a mother, and one of many women in Gaza trying to survive days that feel like they have no end. There was a short time — a brief ceasefire — where we thought things might start to heal. Where the sound of war faded for just long enough to let us breathe. But that moment is gone now, and the fear has returned louder than before.

My days are filled with uncertainty, and my nights with prayer. We have lost so much. Our home was damaged, our sense of safety taken from us. But through all of this, I try to keep going. I try to hold on to what little peace I can create with my hands, my words, and my love.

I am not asking for much. Just a little help to keep our lives from falling further apart. To fix the small things — a cracked wall, a leaking roof, the pieces of daily life that help us hold on to dignity.

This campaign isn’t just about survival. It’s about holding on to what makes us human in a place that keeps trying to take that away. It’s about showing my daughter — even though I won’t mention her name here — that the world didn’t forget us.

If you’ve ever felt powerless in the face of suffering, please know that even the smallest gesture can carry great meaning. A kind word. A shared post. A quiet donation. These things remind us that we’re not alone.

Chuffed

Help Nadin Keep Her Life Stitched Together

My name is Nadin I’m a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza who are trying to hold on — to hope, to our families, to any piece

I am still here. Still holding on. Still believing that people out there — people like you — still care.

Please, if you feel moved, consider supporting or sharing this campaign.

how am i supposed to go to work when im literally thinking about The Character

Them

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What is it, that you heart doeth truly desire? Is it a crusade, power, fortune, or mayhaps an escapade?

How would you describe an ideal form of said desire? Would it be, quirky, delicate, frightful or maybe even infuriating?

And who would you take on the quest to achieve said desire? Would it be a friend, a foe, a stranger or even an arch-nemesis?

I have thought of those questions for as long as I can recall, and I have found the answer true to my heart.

I wish for an escapade, but not an ordinary one, no no. A truly unique, bizarre even, escapade. Along I would take a member of a family originating from England, eventually residing mostly in the United States.

Some may describe it as a JoJo's Bizarre Adventure.

@lobrac I see you