Jan 28, 2023
Wanted to draw something soft so here is some Naegiri
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Wanted to draw something soft so here is some Naegiri
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You know when you're alone in your house and you play music without headphones and paint or draw or just dance and you scream or sing or laugh and you make a sandwich and eat oreos and take a shit and feel so happy and free? Yeah that's the stuff
One of my absolute favourite things is when I see posts and people have numbers in brackets.
For example:
“... and contemplate existence for four (4) hours straight”
I have no idea why but it gives me such joy and it’s so... perfect. Like ah yes this is how numbers are meant to be written thank you sir for your contribution to society
I am so utterly content right now... I have a new, huge, comfy mattress with new bedding... I’m listening to One Day It Will Please Us To Remember Even This by The New York Dolls... and last night I had the amazing idea to put a miniature denim waistcoat on my fluffy whale Jason Baleen... he’s a hooligan here to eat all your krill and kiss all your women...
I am content; that is a blessing greater than riches; and he to whom that is given need ask no more.
Henry Fielding
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Benefitting from Being Happy with what Allah has Provided
It is reported that Al-Ḥasan Al-Baṣrī – Allāh have mercy on him – said:
Whoever is happy (satisfied) with what Allāh has apportioned for him, it will suffice him and Allāh will bless it for him, but whoever is not satisfied, then [what is apportioned for him] will not suffice him and it will not be blessed.
Ibn Abī Al-Dunyā, Kitāb Al-Riḍā ʿan Allāh bi Qaḍāʾihi article 95. [source]
Pale finger, long and graceful weaved a delicate chain of daisies. A plethora surrounded her, a sweet yet soft scent accompanied their petals.
Her chest rose with soft breathes, each silent and a content sigh followed after a hand full of rises. A youthful face was smooth, not a single line of a frown could be seen.
Long auburn hair sat on her shoulders, curled by the wind and moisture. A lock of hair was moved by a bone like finger, its nail delicately carded through the hair.
Another hand joined the other, this one dusted with a black shimmer; yet the affection didn't bother the feminine figure.
She embraced his touch with a soft sigh.
He rested behind her, a dark cloak obscured his body; yet the width of his shoulders could allude to his stature.
Spire strads of black hair flew in the gentle breeze, a slight annoyance. The arcane being began to braid the soft hair, just as she did with her daisies.
A black smog coveted the larger figure, weaving between empty spaces; filling the emptiness with a comforting darkness.
Empty eyes followed darkened hands, in a show of concentration. A creaking of bone disterbed the silence. Flat teeth cracked together, in a sense of happiness. The being finished the braid, tying it off with a strip of cloth; one taken from the ends of his cloak, it was frayed and damaged and so it did not bother him to accommodate to her.
He would do anything for her.
Just as she would do anything for him.
She set her finished daisy chain upon her lap, and turned to to face him. She smiled a brilliant smile, one that showed all of her perfect teeth. It was a smile that ended in a breathy laugh, his favorite sound.
Her fingers danced along the braid, seeing the flaws and loving them none the less.
She turned to him and laid a pale hand on his ossein mask. Its shape that of a stag, an impressive set of antlers curled towards her.
His hand came to rest upon hers, and a breathe of a sigh wisps from his snout. A sign of overall contentment.
She left his face to lay the daisy chain upon the valley between the looming antlers. She watched as the life was drained from them, the white now a murky yellow.
He sighed; and she began another.