You raised me inside a haunted house and now expect me to become something other than a ghost.
if you ever want to love an idiot you know where to find me
Franz Kafka
hoodies are one of the most powerful and underappreciated articles of clothing. cold? put on a hoodie. raining? put on a hoodie. no bra? put on a hoodie. nothing to wear? hoodie. cripplingly low self esteem? you already know. so versatile! so multifaceted!
k+i: “I would come for you. And if I couldn’t walk, I’d crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we’d fight our way out together - knives drawn, pistols blazing. Because that’s what we do. We never stop fighting..”
w+j: “Jes, I’ve thought about this-” “Thought of me? Late at night? What was I wearing?”
n+m: “You aren’t a flower, you’re every blossom in the wood blooming at once. You are a tidal wave. You’re a stampede. You’re overwhelming.”
I text back embarrassingly fast
or three hours later
there is no in between
for terrasen. for them. for a better world.
Traveling through everything (by Milamai)
One day you will be able to look back and say
I made it
Van Gogh letters
“The sadness will last forever.”
Wilfred Owen, “Letter to Siegfried Sassoon,” 5 November 1917 (via wordsnquotes)
Azriel.
It’s not done yet - I haven’t gotten around to the wings. With my birthday being on Sunday, I don’t think I’ll really be doing much of any artwork until next week but I wanted to leave you guys with a sort of final version of the Shadowsinger other than the split chunks of it I posted already before I dip off the radar for a few days. Have a good weekend, everyone ♥