I want to hug you all the time tbh ;u; your art is super precious and youre adorably sweet Ive always wanted to know how you draw eyes cause its like my favorite part of your drawings but I'm also a little nervous to ask in case you aren't comfortable sharing.. but if you are do you think you could do a small eye tutorial?? ackkk im sorry 🙈 I can tell Im gonna regret sending this but I appreciate your blog and art and you so so much
hello sweet blossoms! ♡ ahh no worries, you’re too cute! let me give you a huge bear hug aww! （⊃ˆ❍ˆ(͈´ᵕ`͈✿)
I never imagined I’d get a nice message like this about the way I draw eyes, I’m flattered! (﹡ᵗ ꒳ ᵗ ﹡) I don’t really know what to say~~ ah! ♡
for my animal crossing styled chibis, I personally think the way I draw eyes is a little simple and straightforward 💦 I just kind of go with the basic shape of which ever eye I’m drawing! …and add a sparkle! ✧ so to me, they aren’t really unique or stand out much! (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ)ゞ
- I consoled you at the airport restaurant when I overheard you get the call that your pet died, you showed me your camera roll full of photos of you guys together and now I have a crush and it turns out we’re on the same flight home
- I’m all shook up after security approached me but you called them out and helped wash the powder off my hands and sat with me and talked about your favorite books until they stopped shaking
- our planes are delayed indefinitely due to a snowstorm over the holidays, I broke out the snacks my mother baked me, you brought out the lunch you made, some kids grab drinks for everyone and we have an impromptu picnic and my goodness you’re an incredible cook
- you’re a flight attendant and a customer is throwing a tantrum over a seat so I offer to switch with him bc I work a service job too. we spend the rest of the flight trading horror stories
- you make frequent business trips and always buy the overpriced dishwater coffee from my bakery and I’m starting to feel bad man, at least take a little cake to wash it down
This post was created in partnership with Naked Juice. All opinions are my own.
In the summer, we left Hawaii. We packed suitcases and blew up inflatable neck pillows and got on planes and went places that looked nothing like Maui. The air smelled different everywhere. The trees captured a different light. In Sacramento, with my father’s family, I smelled hot plums on asphalt, juice corroding into sugar. In Indiana, where my mother’s family lived, we ate tantalizingly white veggie lasagnas, drenched with unidentifiable cheese. During these summers, I discovered fireflies. I picnicked outside in twilight. I learned about my ancestors.
Bob (or Robert, if we’re being formal), my mother’s father, was an entrepreneur and an environmentalist. He owned the first department store in South Bend, Indiana, replete with furs and perfume fountains. He tended to an orchid collection. He fished the St. Joseph River. And, in the years before he died, he established a performing arts center that became home to the annual Firefly Festival. I met him just once, when I was six months old. He and my Grandma Florie gathered everyone in the family on the Big Island as they made their way west to Japan.