Red and Blue make Purple

[beastmegs]

[koroguchi]

ドット絵試行

[catnippackets]

[halfsad]

*reconnects with a straight friend from high school*

*reconnects with a gay friend from high school*

[beastmegs]

may i offer you

[silverhawk]

a cup of warm boy

[luxtempestas]

[pumpkaboo-baby]

[yaboybokuto]

[fndlcp0925]

Pink haruka ˘ω˘*

[astro-not-art]

[astro-not-art]

well if you come inside, i promise to keep you warm

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MY ART | MY STORE

[astro-not-art]

this is now available as a sticker as well as other things on my store!

[214b]

[ravioli-kid]

☼ first meeting! ☼

they adopt him immediately

he’s called baby!

[polarsculp]

[teraokanatsumi615]

[polarsculp]

[hijiriharatakumi]

‪the b in lgbt stands for boruto’s dad‬

[chocmarss]

[uravitaea]

the morning after some real good sleep~

[sov-ja]

[speakswithbutterflies]

i love languages so much

i love how they’re interconnected and intertwining, how two languages can be quite different at the core but they’re always influencing each other, dancing together, and melting into each other while still maintaining distinct identities; or how you can know one language and go over a mountain into another country and it’s almost the same, so close they might almost be one, and yet completely separate, the extent of their similarities hidden behind differences in pronunciation and usage shifts no one could have predicted, from all those years of being physically and politically walled off from each other.

i love how i can have friends i barely ever speak my native language with, and we can laugh and contemplate the stars and the meaning of life together. i love that i got the chance to know these people i otherwise never would have met.

i love how i have discovered whole other sides to people i thought i knew, when i never would have guessed that who they are in english was only one dimension, and how i can keep going deeper and deeper, like a tesseract. i love how there’s more than one side to me, now, too.

i love how i can be brought to tears and to laughter, just by words i didn’t even grow up hearing, how i can read stories and find myself in them, the hidden parts of my soul, in the words of an author writing in a language i came *this* close to never even knowing, how what once would have been meaningless sounds can tug on my heart and i can sing at the top of my lungs until my voice gets ripped to shreds because i feel it so much.

if you’re wondering if all this work is worth it, it is