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Yes, you will suffer for a short time. But after that, God will make everything right. He will make you strong. He will support you and keep you from falling. He is the God who gives all grace. He chose you to share in his glory in Christ. That glory will continue forever.
1 Peter 5:10
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Oh boy—
Hello! My name is Skipper! But I like to be called Skippy, Skips, or just S. Anything that suits your fancy. He/Him/They/Them :D
Uhm- This is my first time using Tumblr and I'm a bit nervous tbh. I guess I'll start with some information about me, my interests and why I joined Tumblr.
TLDR at the end.
I am an art student at a university in the Midwest. Yes, very vague, but I do that for my safety lol. I'm 19, but don't get any fancy ideas-, I love anime, animals, and overall life? I guess? It's hard to talk about myself ,_,
Art has been my passion for years. I actually want to be a teacher!
Any and all art from this Tumblr blog will be by me and my hands only unless it's a repost or I happen to have the urge to post something a friend makes.
Most of my art stems from my personal life, my school life, and also a LOT of MHA. Yes, it's my favourite anime and manga. At this point I'm still in chapter 400, so please don't spoil– A lot of my art will consist of character design, anatomy, and landscapes. I love exploring the human body, it brings me so much joy.
A lot of it will be sketches and flat colours, I'm still exploring digital design more and more so most of my posts will be traditional.
I am really willing to make friends and answer any questions about my art.
TLDR: I'm a young aspiring artist that draws gay boys and watches too much anime, nightmare before Christmas and markiplier, lol.
I'll leave it here for now, thank you for reading!
Sending love! ✨
I also shared a little chibi doodle of my persona for your eyeballs to associate my name with a face
Hey gang, since my ass is hopeless, I just have to ask, how to get over a crush tytyty (I'm lowkey desperate for an answer, can't believe I came to tumblr for this)
ok I know it’s a month late for this buuuuut~
Valentines/White Day Art! Left: this year Right: Last year
The girls! My favorites here are Mirko from last year and Tsuyu form this year! (Momo and Mina form last year are cute to) The base I used for them I had to add two people in which where Hagakure and Tsuyu, that’s why it looks. . .Off, it’s still cute tho, their outfits where based on the ones they had on in the School briefs vol. 6!
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . then we have for today which is white day! a holiday in Japan where the boys give girls things like marshmallows and cookies (and sometimes white chocolate to!) and other candy’s or gifts of equal value and price that the girls gave them, which it why it’s not that celebrated anymore (that and sexism. . .)
(same) Left: this year Right: last year
I’m actually surprised with how well the boys came out! It was originally a base with 4 and I added in 2 people for Deku and Denki, but they look so cute! I love how cute Midoriya is for this year! And Hawks from last year, Denki form last years cute to, and this year honestly their ALL Cute! . as you can tell I repeat myself WAY to much! these where all made to go with each other and match in a way!
I do feel bad I blocked off Tokoyami’s face and Half of Shoto’s I owe them. . . .
Little things are everywhere. Sometimes a bug, or a flower, or a meal. Some are encased within big things, some within a small deviation of a routine, some within a single days difference. Often they're overlooked, unseen and taken for granted. And sometimes they get stuck in your mind, are glaringly obvious and you appriciate them for the blessing they can be. Two different ends of a spectrum of reactions and actions that can be taken. Hundreds of thousands of little things, all around you. How many do you see?
How often do you look for the little, lovable things? The little things you do for your friends and the little things they do for you? A ladybug on a rose or a moth with pretty wings? Do you have little things that you notice about a beloved? About friends? About you?
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We live a life of big things, with access to a world of information at our fingertips. We have a new generation of people who are called the most connected generation in history. There are places in developing countries where they do not have water, running or not, but there is a smartphone or other such device. One that is connected. We are connected, in a way that has never before been seen. There a movements and people, all with big voices, loud voices, constantly in our ears, in our minds, and on our tounges. I am a small voice, but I will still speak. I speak a small words with big impact. I speak Jesus. I do not ask for you to as well, I do not, will not, will never demand that of you. I write this for myself, to remind me that God is good, and always around me. I write this for you, the reader, to try and give you a way to look for the little things to love in life, a small bit of true joy in a life of easy access to war news, death news, and all the things that are wrong in the world. It is overwhelming. My hope is for this is for it to be something calming, something full of hope, and a moment of peace in our world of ever-moving chaos. I will speak of Jesus and what I believe, but I will also speak of things and places and people who bring me joy. Welcome, treasured ones, and please, follow along with me on this journey of the little things in life.
TOGACHAKO OR WTV
now before I start I want to say that I do love the ship and I find nothing wrong with likening it as just that a ship and a romantic relationship, but I’m to me I think their relationship and dynamics runs deeper then just wanting to kiss each other and be to say that they are together. I think this relationship is more about understanding and kind of becoming one and realizing that even though they thought they were so different, they were still so the same kind of like one. LIKE ITS SO HARD TO EXPLAIN BUT LIKE EVERY TIME I SEE IT IN THE ROMANCE WAY I JUST CANT CAUSE OF HOW I TAKE TGE RELATIONSHIP AND IT MAKE SO ILL I CANT
AAAAAAH! All of the love!
Thank you doodles-of-undertale!
For that second time stopped. Their eyes meeting in an everlasting moment. Breathing slowed as those pairs of brown eyes met each other for that infinite moment. Love at first sight may not exist, but for that moment those two strangers felt a magic. And cruel faith must be for their paths were never to cross again.
Me, my mind, and sad thoughts
Some researchers think Carnotaurus used its arms to find mates and I think that’s a very cute thing they could’ve done. Have a happy Valentine’s Day everyone! ❤️🦖
Happy valentines day~
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This one's fore my darling husband! @sparkling-samm happy valentines Day. I love you so much!!! ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️
the love between the ocean and the moon if that's too vague? <3 i always love your writing and you are always so great. <3
The moon asked the sun, “What do you know of love?”
“It burns,” said the sun. “It brightens. It is something you make and then give away.”
“Don’t listen to him,” said the clouds. “This big ball of gas doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”
“Yes, I do,” said the sun. “Who but me makes the roses grow?”
“We do,” said the clouds. “Love nourishes, like the rain. We turn the hills green and fill the creeks so they will sing in their creekbeds.”
“Why do you ask?” said the sun.
“I think I might be in love,” said the moon. “I am trying to understand.”
So the moon went and looked at the deserts. They were dry and hot and empty. “See?” said the clouds. But the deserts were still beautiful.
And so the moon went and looked at the creeks in their beds, and they were cool and wet and full. And they were beautiful too.
“What do you think?” the moon asked the sky. “I want to know if I am in love.”
“Ask the earth,” said the sky, and so the moon asked the earth.
“The clouds cover me,” said the earth. “They make me bloom. The sun warms me. Without them I would be cold and dry.”
“You would be ugly without them. That is love?”
“I would be cold and dry,” said the earth, “but not ugly. You are cold and dry, my little one, and you are beautiful.”
“Not like you,” said the moon. “Not like the ocean.”
“No one is like me. No one is like you,” said the earth.
“I feel loveliest when she holds my light,” said the moon.
“Who is it that you love, my child? What kind of love do you wish?”
“Are there different kinds?” the moon asked.
“The sun warms me and pulls me in. The clouds cover me, when they remember. The sky turns every color for me. How do you and yours love?”
“We dance,” said the moon, and they knew she meant the ocean. “I push and she pulls. I rise and set, she rises and ebbs. She pushes, I pull. We go around and around and I watch her tides and I do not think I will ever tire of calling her beautiful. Is that love?”
“It is only your own reflection you see on the ocean’s surface,” scoffed the clouds. “It is like when the sun sets, and calls us beautiful, but it is only his own colors he loves.”
“I love her even when I shine no light,” said the moon. “Maybe I love her most then.”
“You only love her because she follows where you lead,” said the sun.
“It is a dance,” said the moon.
“It is self-centered,” said the clouds. “Bossy. Mean.”
“She is the heart of my orbit,” said the moon. “I will live my life by her until she is gas and I am dust and the universe is cold and dead.”
And the sun and the clouds were quiet and went away, and the stars came out from where they had been listening.
“Is this love?” said the moon.
“You are not asking the right people,” said the stars.
“I have asked the sun, who burns,” said the moon. “I have asked the clouds, who cover. I have asked the sky, who stays forever. I have asked the earth, who made me.”
“But have you asked the ocean, who loves you?” said the stars.
“Oh,” said the moon.
And so the moon went down to the ocean and asked, “Is this love?”
And the ocean said, “Yes.”
listening to radiocreep while studying math from my exam by jotting down formulas and solutions on my tiled floor with an erasable gel crayon cause i don't have a whiteboard or an erasable marker >>>>
i don’t need you to fix everything, i just need to know you’ll be there for me.
i sink my teeth in, every bite i take i crave more of you
Adrianne lenker is a genius.
The nature of our relationship was not one born of lust or desire. It was irrational, illogical, and instinctual.
Ours is a connection, a magnetism, two polarized forces turned to attract the other. It is an orbit born of gravity and inertia, a centripetal force between us two constantly keeping our centers inseparable.
I felt you in my chest, beneath my sternum, and in my gut, between the hollow of my ribs. I feel the place where our souls used to dance like a giant's fist has ripped out my insides.
I want to scream, and everytime silence finds me, crawls inside me all I hear is my broken voice screaming your name until my lungs ache and my throat bleeds and my blood drips from the corners of my mouth and all I taste is salt.
I have lost the desire to numb myself because I know there is nothing that will numb me. Anything I do will crank my ribs open and lay everything I no longer have bare for anyone to see. It is a dark bloody husk inside my chest with shriveled lungs and a bruised heart that kept beating for you and believed in your promises and aspirations.
My grief is unmatchable, it refused to grow and move, I remain stuck now as I have for the past two munths; in firm denial.
Our connection is irrational, illogical...
And now so am I.
Today is hard and horrible; my wounds gaping and sore. Every moment brings another knife of memory from before.
Anger pulses through me followed by crippling sadness. I feel nothing but my own craving for madness.
I'd give anything, everything, just to go back; just to wake up hung over after New Years again.
I would do so much different, and so much the same, but in the end my only goal would be to save you.
You: passionate, loyal, brave and kind. Cursed and playful with a magnificent mind.
It's almost been two months and I still cannot see how there is any possibility that you gave up on me.
Happy New Year Everyone!!!
May this year bring goodness, joy, peace, happiness and love to all of you and may we be brought together to move forward through the difficulties life throws us ❤️🙏🕊️
I love you all, good night!
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eu quero te ver fora do barulho, fora da fumaça e das luzes piscando, quero te ver numa terça feira a noite, só pra dar um oi, quero te ver num domingo cinza, assistir filme e pedir uma pizza, quero te beijar sem gosto de bebida, sem correr contra o tempo, quero te levar em casa depois do jantar, dar boa noite pros seus pais, levar uma planta de presente pra sua mãe.
quero escutar nosso silêncio gritando, fora do barulho, rir atoa, te escrever uma música, te levar num lugar novo, ser o seu porto seguro, eu quero muito te amar fora de todo esse barulho.