tinte ink

Take that summer and put it in the box you keep under your bed, labelled ‘precious.’ Filled with rose-tinted ticket stubs and notebooks filled with pressed bluebells and rose petals. You always did find beauty in destruction, and maybe that’s why we didn’t make it. You had to destroy me to love me.
—  Excerpts From The Book I’ll Never Write #7

His hair is such a pain to draw ughgghhh 

Funny how I can’t seem to pick out an actual style to draw him in that I’m comfortable with ヽ༼ຈل͜ຈ༽ノ Which one should I stick with smh

A woman carrying a load of fagots on her head.  Ink and tint on paper.  Second half of 18th century, Japan, by artist Maruyama Okyo.  Gift of Charles Lang Freer . Freer Gallery of Art and Arthur M. Sackler Gallery