Red like roses fills my dreams and brings me to the place you rest
White is cold and always yearning burdened by a royal test
Black the beast descends from shadows
Yellow beauty burns gold”

daily draw 11 - Weiss from RWBY, I think I’m doing all of the girls (and maybe the other teams too)

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cuando era niño, veia las manos de mi tía ,oscuras y arrugaditas y pensaba que eran de madera. Pensaba que al envejecer nos arrugabamos hasta convertirno en árboles.


When I was a little boy I’d look at my aunts´ dark and wrinkly hands and believe they were made of wood. I thought that as we grew older we would get all wrinkly and evntually become trees.