hi
I'm alive :p
Ink belongs to: Myebi/comyet
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art with humanizations of Error and Ink, who are now in the rusreal au.... maybe someday I will tell their story as individual characters, but for now there is only art
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I decided to redraw ink again(ノ^_^)ノ
Which one do you like better?
(Don't mind the top of the newer one it wouldn't get off) :((
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The lost girl trying to get a picture but the ink human came out for know way 😅
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• A R T • T R A D E •
💛Art trade with Obscuredsavepoint (deviantart)
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A co-worker of mine was standing outside with me during a break from customers to share a cigarette with me, and told me about how he had lost his brother that he was close with some years ago. He told me about how they used to be in a band together with some friends, and how ever since he'd died, he hadn't played any music because he'd been too scared and anxious. I told him about how I'd lost my brother to suicide some years ago.
I went home and pulled out an old tiny wooden box my brother had given me before he'd died. I'd been using it to store guitar picks I'd collected over the years, including one guitar pick that used to be his. I haven't played the guitar since he'd died, my hands are too small to play some of the chords, so I play bass and piano instead.
I went to work the next day and gifted my brothers old guitar pick to my co-worker. I told him that it'd been sitting in a box for ten years unused, and would probably sit there for longer if I kept it there. Told him that I thought he deserved to have it, because I bet he could put it to better use than I ever would. Told him I didn't feel like it was coincidence that me and him would cross paths with each other in our lives, and that it seemed suiting that we had these similar experiences but split in two halves. That somehow, I felt like he was meant to have the guitar pick. I told him that I knew he'd not played guitar since his brother died, but that if he ever decided to play again one of these days, maybe he'd be able to honor both of our brothers by using that guitar pick.
He almost cried. He thanked me. Then he went home that night and for the first time in years he played the guitar.
I don't know what the meaning of life is or what my purpose is, but I do believe that love and human connection is one of the most important things in life. It's finding ways to tell strangers you love them and share experiences with others. I think it's all just about love.
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Get yourself someone that warms up around you like Neuvillette warms up when melusines are involded.
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Keep trying to help Palestine
Even if it's one post, one reblog, one tweet, one retweet, or one share.
Even if it's just boycotting in everyday life
Pray for them whenever you remember
Please don't get desensitised and drop the whole cause
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