what i miss doesn't exist; it only felt normal because i was young, and ignorance surely was a bliss.
who i miss is a different sentient; if i was made out of puzzle pieces, some of them would be his and hers.
this may or may not be permanent, but the hurt that has been caused is permanent.
astarion my beloved i don't draw you often enough
“Nothing is quite as beautiful as someone who has survived losing everything and still has a tender heart.”
— Unknown
Scoliosis gang rise up..!
12-21-2024, 4 PM
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