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Sometimes it surprise it me when my friends remember things about me. Sometimes it because I dont remember ever telling some of those things, but most of the time it's because I don't remember a lot about them. Buts not because I don't listen it's just whenever they mention something in passing it just mixes in with all the other things.

Its like they are a collor im mixing but I don't know the exact shade they are. With every new comment, moment, experience adds a bit of other collors into the mix. Like I know I mixed some blue into the collor but I cant quite remember what shade it was and how much.

I need to consciously make myself remember the exact thing they like or said. Ether that or write it down. Gotta remember to add it to the sketch for the painting of them.

My friends are very pretty collors, they will make a wonderful painting.

Mmmmmmmmm~

Midnight snack of frozen fish fingers and milk

i am horridly obsessed with these fags

old man block game yaoi for president

This is COOOL!!!!!

Man I should really get to painting the plants I researched on

Can never get enough of people just casualy exusting in nature

Finally finished 😭 Timelapse at the bottom! I had an idea for my Wings of Pages series, where instead of text, it's a book full of botanical illustrations. The majority of the time was spent on the individual flowers for each feather/page of the wings. I really love the look of old botanical books with the water color paintings and the scientific names written in cursive. So I spent way too many hours painting out 20 of these flower pages, and even then, it wasn't enough for the wings so I did have to duplicate some.

Here are the 20 flowers! The HD image of Atlas Botanicus, and all 20 HD flower studies without watermark will be DMed on Patreon.com/Yuumei on May 5th, along with the hours long video recording of how I painted everything.

WHAT'S THAT PUPPET BOY?

This is real cool.

Pigeons and doves are underated. All wild birds are underated, its unfair.

My birthday is actualy on the month that in my language means pigeon/dove.

remember: the ‘holy’ white doves are just white rock doves, aka the common pigeon!

They know how to deal with each other better

Pumpkin BOOp-o-meter chages collors. Nice

ALSO IM ALMOST AT OMG OF BEING BOOPED!!!!!!!

subscribing to a fic isn’t enough I need the author to blast a bat signal into the night sky whenever they update

I don't think I will ever fully understand how it feels not to dream everynight

Like what do you mean you dont have your personal cartoons/TV serries/movies to watch while your brain loads tomorow?????????