I am the user of the instrument that is my left hand.
THROUGH the conduit that is my art. LALATO.

I'm "Lato" Lalato
I'm 17 & Filipino
I like to draw, animate, sculpt
write... among
other things!

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but "amazing" was misleading.
this is my mini blog.

May/6/26 Entry
sometimes,, when i think about deleting everything, i remember that everyone is gonna be gone eventually, and that i will too.. one day this point in time will be 500 years old, and that scares me. am I afraid of being gone, or being insignificant? when I am gone, will that even matter? everything i see now is the only thing i will see. I will never know my mark on the world when i'm gone.

July/3/26 Entry
You know what I heard about Amy?
Amy likes spiders.
Icky, wriggly, ugly spiders!
That's why I don't like her.One time, Amy drew a picture of something I liked.
That thing resonated with her, but it resonates with me too.
But she LIKES SPIDERS.
So her hands are probably disgusting.
Ruined the thing I like.Why didn't she take into account that I liked that too?
It doesn't matter if she likes it
It doesn't matter if it doesn't hurt anyone
I want to let her know I hate spiders.
I need her to hear that I hate spiders.It's gross
She's gross
The world is better off without spider lovers.
And I'm gonna tell everyone.

July/4/26 EntryIt is not silly to be hurt by something.
What is silly, is how you choose to go about it.
Maybe it was stupid I gave in so quickly, maybe it is smart that I'm letting it pass by before it got worse.Pain is natural. It lets me appreciate the joys of life. Things like THOSE depict suffering necessary to live life wholly.Whatever that good thing is, if it was for me, it would wait. It would let me recuperate. It would have space for me when I'm ready to go back.
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It is a part of living that even when people are or aren't watching, that you let out your soul to breathe, that you live authentically. Do things you love. Learn things you like.You don't tuck it into your shirt, hoping nobody can see(nobody's looking anyways) - and you dont let it restrict your chest so much you can't breathe.(nobody's looking anyways)Make things that make you happy. Imagine everything you want, and realize that the only obstacle between you and that is not the people. It is the mind that thinks of the people.

July 8 2026 ENTRY!You can't control people. You can't control what they think about you. You can't make them act kind or ignore you, even if it costed them nothing.You shouldn't even reply, or look at them in the face, try to convince them you are the good you very much believe you see - you will never be perceived in the truest way you want to be anyways. They will treat you like trash, as if they are the higher authority, think that you need their input in what is actually a subjective perception. But... people who always have something to say that is harsh, berate you in the ugliest of ways, and nitpick your art, are the people you never want to be liked by anyway. They will tire of hating you, and forget you. You never knew them anyways, why would you ever give a second thought to them? You have seen what makes them cheer, their BOOs mean nothing to you (Rick and Morty quote lol).They will also try to seem nice - and without permission - try to modify you. They will try to change your perception of beauty that made you start creating it in the first place. They don't actually care about you. They are selfish people, who think there is only one way to go about art, and push it onto others as if its an objective fact. They don't respect you, no matter how many flowery words they throw at you. They will not do you good. Never listen to people who can't mind their business. Never listen to people who go out of their way to cut into the things you love, sew it haphazardly in what they think is better, and pretend as if they did you a favor.No matter how many people will praise them for ruining your intention and flesh, they only feed off of your blood. Their own blood is not honed, curated, and loved, that is why they feed off of yours. They hate that you are confident in what you love, and find it a moral failing that they don't love it too. Nobody will praise them for their own flesh, so they have to cut into mine to be given their obsolete, short-term praise. Who would ever stay for them if the only reason a crowd was there was for someone else?Leave them alone. You wish they left YOU alone, but again, YOU CAN'T CONTROL PEOPLE.What matters most is that when you look in the mirror, you know who you are and what you want to be. You better appreciate what you do in this life, no matter how small the scale of what you do is, you better appreciate what you make. Know that your life is not the life they live, and therefore, will never know what you should do with it. Enjoy everything you love because nobody else will love it like you do.Nobody will make art like you do.-LALATO

'MINI BLOG' IS NOW MOVED TO TUMBLR: LALATOS-DIARY

"WHO even ARE YOU if you don't show every bit of yourself to an entity that is selling you?"

LALATO? WHAT DO YOU LIKE?

..Since you wanna be SO nosy about it, here's a dedicated list of LALATO's super cool interests. (just stuff i've watched/listen to)
im just going off the top of my head as im writing this, so like its a messsssssss