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Remember to also read books by Indigenous authors on this Earth Day and all year.

The Serviceberry by Robin Wall Kimmerer

Plants Have So Much to Give Us, All We Have to Do is Ask by Mary Siisip Geniusz

As Long as Grass Grows by Dina Gilio-Whitaker

Iwígara by Enrique Salmón

Fresh Banana Leaves by Jessica Hernandez

The Red Deal by The Red Nation

Earth Keeper by N. Scott Momaday

Dwellings by Linda Hogan

Birding While Indian by Thomas C. Gannon

more versions because i can't pick:

my sweet girls!

sayori !! one of my many kins teehee

[...] I am undone without you.

ig: d.ill.usion

please someone teach me the secrets of painting. this is like my fourth time using gouache and i have no idea what i'm doing. also yes i forgot her barrettes and hair tie just shush i got tiredddd

ive had no time to draw this month 😭😭

... so heres some beloved portraits from last month to manifest more time to draw <3

this is a sign to visit museums and cafes and just draw!! its so much fun!! i rlly recommend it even if you dont consider yourself an artist.

dancing with a woman whose name you've never known

gas mask lady. dont ask me why. i think imma cut her out tho and change the background at some point :/

in honor of black history month 2025, i’ve put together a list of books written by black sapphic authors for you to read in the month of february

non-fiction essays/memoirs:

all about love: new visions by bell hooks

black lesbian in white america by anita cornwell

sister outsider: essays and speeches by audre lorde

mouths of rain: an anthology of black lesbian thought by briona simone jones

blues legacies and black feminism by angela davis

does your mama know?: an anthology of black lesbian coming out stories by lisa c. moore

fiction:

the color purple by alice walker

loving her by ann allen shockley

the gilda stories by jewelle gomez

in another place, not here by dionne brand

pomegranate by helen elaine lee

the summer we got free by mia mckenzie

these letters end in tears by musih tedji xaviere

dead in long beach, california by venita blackburn

young adult:

honey girl by morgan rogers

escaping mr. rochester by l.l. mckinney

this ravenous fate by hayley dennings

faebound by saraa el-arifa

so let them burn by kamilah cole

where sleeping girls lie by faridah àbíké-íyímídé

adult:

the deep by rivers solomon

sweet vengeance by viano oniomoh

come back (love concealed) by terri ronald

house of hunger by alexis henderson

short stories:

girl, woman, other by bernadine evaristo

the secret lives of church ladies by deesha philyaw

additional info:

-> “why wasn’t this book listed?” probably because it wasn’t black sapphic-centric, the author isn’t a black sapphic themself, or i just simply haven’t heard of it! so feel free to add on if it meets those two criteria

many of these books require trigger warnings, especially some of the older ones that are more likely to feature racial struggles of the time. please do your due diligence and search for tws if you want to read them!

please feel free to add onto this list in the rbs or comments! happy black history month

drew this while i was watching season 3 a week ago :P

my wife <3

painting this wouldve taken all of 5 minutes but noooo i had to take hours to haphazardly embroider it even though i have no idea what im doing

in all timelines in all possibilities only you can show me this

thought the hands were fun so i drew jinx <3

some patches i made this week :P

pretty into that fearbook twyla doll :)

yes, i failed inktober. no, i dont care. i still painted some very spooky scenes even tho i wish i made more. have some doodles among my notes for school.

For Halloween, I wanted to look back at Monster High's G3 2 years later since their initial core doll releases, and try my hand at revamping some of their first design, except for Lagoona who I went wayyy off into my own thing with her...

Can't wait to see what more great dolls G3 has in store for us in the next two years!!

i drew sam when he found the elven rope because apparently i can only go a few days without drawing my favorite little guys. this was such a wakeup call to practice line art again lol.

"I am undone without you."

I finally read the book.

I take commissions and ready to draw art of your favorite character (the locked tomb, tv series, games, manga, anime series, etc). I also could draw your own OC.

If anyone are interested please send me a DM.

so hyped for inktober this year even tho ill probably give up halfway through like every fuckin year

thats unbelievably cute 😭

i won't leave

tryna figure out his look before i deface him on my apush notes :P

cant decide which one i wanna be :/

let me cook

nana sketch vaguely inspired by these wives i found on pinterest

heres a really bizarre doodle i did in like a minute yesterday so i dont feel embarrassed posting other bizarre doodles i actually tried hard on.

"i am making you cupcakes, because i have so much affection i want to pour it into batter. you ask me if i am eating enough per meal. i wrap your gift twice, trying to do it prettily. i get excited to give it to you, just because i hope you'll be excited too."

wow. holy shit. thats what winter is to me. ive never been able to put it into words before.

it is the first snow today. i think we should all have off work, even though it didn't stick. i think there should be 4 national holidays, one for each season. happy first snow, go home and make cookies. for spring it can be the first crocus. for summer the first lightning bug. for autumn, the first golden leaf. go home, kiss your dog, feed your cat (who is absolutely already-fed but somehow still starving.)

i think we should all take more showers together, but i mean that in the soft way. i mean it like taking a nap. two years ago i had 5 adult friends in my queen bed, all of us laying across each other, head over belly over thigh over hand. any time one of us would giggle, it would ripple over each of us, like pulling on a spiderweb. kim actually needed to nap and didn't get to sleep and i am still sorry for it even though this is one of my most precious memories.

i think we should all wash each other's hair, i mean. i walk my dog and i watch someone put up twinkle lights around their front porch. alex and i just moved, and i love the neighborhood. already so many of our new neighbors have stopped by to say hello. the nice lady downstairs also collects plants, like me. she gave us her number on a pink post-it note. i am trying to decide whether to make her cookies or brownies.

i am going through a very hard time. something bad happened this weekend that i do not wish to discuss. it is hanging over me. i think of the green ribbon, and the woman who had her throat cut. it feels like that sometimes, inside of my body. like i am walking and talking despite being half-corpsed. like i am hanging on by a ribbon, standing on some kind of cusp. i keep saying - at least it wasn't worse. we are so lucky it wasn't worse. the idea is river-rock smooth now, all the edges worried off.

in this very dark night - the sun sets by 3 now - people don't need to, but they try anyway. they paint the missing light into things. i have an embarrassing number of missed calls and texts, but i feel the love from them nevertheless - hey. if you need something, i'm here. i will bring you food/puzzles/anything. i got you.

i think we should all have a big group chat where we do errands with strangers. this week i got lost in a home depot, which is wild because i'm a lesbian and we are actually hatched in a lowe's lumber section. there were two other women in the whole store. we ended up shopping together, at first by accident (we all needed things in the same aisle), and then because, well, why not. one of the ladies was taller than me, so she pulled down the screws i needed. i am agile and have the personality of a raccoon, so they sent me after anything below 3 feet. we talked about holiday plans and never learned each other's names, but did learn all the drama about each other's families.

i am making you cupcakes, because i have so much affection i want to pour it into batter. you ask me if i am eating enough per meal. i wrap your gift twice, trying to do it prettily. i get excited to give it to you, just because i hope you'll be excited too.

my parents drive an hour just to see the new apartment and to do the parent thing; standing in the kitchen saying things like "oh you'll get so much use from this dishwasher" and "well, you could paint that" and "when your mother and i moved it was uphill both ways and in a snowstorm and of course your brother was an infant." my mother brought me a plant for housewarming. i always say i love you before she leaves.

i play dnd on tuesdays still, after all these years. we all keep that night free. at one point, between grad school and marriage and all of it, we had to have a serious discussion about how to keep it running. we will keep going, we decided eventually. just to see each other, even if we don't play - you are all important to me. sebastian is not prone to affection but last night he stole my usual sign off - i love you all, be good, he said. he was laughing.

i don't love the winter, actually. i like snow in theory, but i grew up in the north, and am too-familiar with the season of "mud and sludge". i don't like being cold. but i do love something kind of soft and rare: every year around this time, people remember oh yes. you and i are human together. and i have love to spare.

it is the first snow, and something in my heart is finally warm again. i have spent what felt like the last 18 months just going-through-the-motions. it has felt blank and immediate, like i would never actually feel again. that sounds extremely trite and stupid - but that is the boring and familiar experience of depression. life just washes up against your windows, and you watch it happening. you see things that should be lovely and affecting, and it just whispers too-thin. i was desperately uncreative. uninterested in my hobbies. unimpressed by my writing. i told my therapist, often, i don't know how to find hope again.

almost sheepishly, something strange and lovely is burning in my chest. i keep not-looking at it, worried it will scamper back into the shadows again. it is skittish and wild, but it is so warm i want to sink my hands into its fur and feel it breathing. i love-hate it: if it's real, it can hurt me when it leaves again. but i am icarus-born, sun-lover and poet: i can't help myself. despite my best intentions, i am falling in love with life again.

i am planning to make cookies for my friends. alex and i are going to go christmas tree shopping. we picked out matching dish towels last night, and they have little mushrooms on them.

i love you. it does come back. yes, even after a long time. even for you. i promise. keep trying. you will wake up and it will be a day you can smile about.

write me when you get there. we will take the day off of work, and i will wash your hair, and we will both be laughing.

♱ dark ♱