Turaga Onewa Standing On The Side Of A New Carving Site In Process Looking On Like This

Another funny situation in my life.

My friend is quite sensitive if you stroke his head and the back of his head, and he can pass out in about five seconds, and in a very deep sleep.

Literally, I made him fall asleep like that three times in one hour.

So…

PLEASE, STROKE THE GENYA ON HIS HEAD, ARGH, GRRRAH, MY BABY, I WANT TO SQUEEZE HIM IN MY HANDS AND NEVER LET GO

I thought for a while and decided to count the facts of my life…

I was baptized as a child, so in theory I am Orthodox. But I literally swallowed my cross. My mother was in Krishnaism for most of my childhood, so she pulled me in too. But, despite everything, I developed my own vision of the world.

And… it mixes Shintoism, shamanism, cosmicism and the theory of reincarnation…

WELL, APPARENTLY THERE WILL NEVER BE ORDER IN MY FISH BRAIN

Every time I see Sanemi, I want to put some medicinal drops in his eyes.

Relaxing in a better world, hiding in the ruins at the bottom

“Atleast they got reincarnated together...” I say as multiple tears rolled down my eyes.

Little doodles

This is my first time learning digital art and it's nerve-wracking.

I HAVE NO REGRET, HAKU WAS ALWAYS IN MY HEART @ohagi-bites @xxlady-lunaxx @sanemiss

^tagged by @soctherapy but the post was getting too long

this isnt a win for me.......

Tags!: @rae-unbeloved @lil-gae-disaster @fictionalcharactergraveyard @livelaughlovelams @alexanderhamiltonhasafatass

I found out about Mari Lwyd - and I fell in love with the concept. Here are some of my Lwyd arts I drew during the last couple of years The most recent art is here

P.S. - don’t forget about the frogs

Sanemi Shinazugawa was born at the end of autumn, on the day when winter leaves.

Sanemi Shinazugawa was born on the day when winter stepped onto the land and kissed him on the top of his head, dyeing his hair the whiteness of snow.

Sanemi was born when the cold enveloped Japan, leaving no room for the weak, and little Sanemi, who did not even cry in his mother's arms when she could not feed him at times, survived. His thirst for life, for light, was stronger than any frost and bone-chilling wind when he was still a baby.

Sanemi Shinazugawa caught snowflakes with his little hands while growing up among the blizzard and cold, he was strong despite the frost.

Sanemi Shinazugawa - a man kissed by winter.