

Wilted flowers are still flowers
Even when summer ends I
think of you each hour
And so when I pass on, I hope
that I can see your face
Surely, when we pass on, we’ll
sing a song that’s full of love
We’ll say none of what
we did was done in vain
Put it into words, give it a sound
Won’t you say it too?
Wilted flowers are still flowers
Even when summer ends I
think of you each hour
And so when I pass on, I hope
that I can see your face
Surely, when we pass on, we’ll
sing a song that’s full of love
We’ll say none of what
we did was done in vain
Put it into words, give it a sound
Won’t you say it too?
The eggs are my favorite part, and this genuinely makes me hungrier the more I stare at it. Wonderful job!
This artstyle and interractions between the characters are adorable 🥰🥰
omg.. this is peak... so PRETTYYY
love the meaning of the artwork, it's very relatable <3
Omg, I'm so happy to see this done! It was so awesome to talk not only about the art but really just everything. It might be weird, but I think that checking in was super helpful for me creatively and mentally, and just really inspired me to create again. It's beautiful on so many levels. <3
I love