Sometimes it’s just like…
I want to be held by someone warm with cold soft hands and have them say “That’s so awful, I’m so so sorry. And it doesn’t matter if you’e okay or not, because everything is working out right now.” And then we sit in silence until we fall asleep and we don’t have to talk about it ever again.
- cross posted from my Instagram.
If Cecil Stedman has no supporters, it means that I am dead. Gimme this morally grey old man. Also making the words fit aesthetically is hard af, almost took longer than the actual drawing and it’s still not perfect.
writing foreshadowing is so fun like I’m in on an inside joke with myself
From the US but i spell grey with an e because e just feels like a much greyer letter than a
*shakes fictional character* where is the rest of your information I want to know more about you
why do we take towels for granted. have you ever needed to dry off and could only use your clothes or a blanket or something. little fibers all over you, just terrible. towels dont do this. not nearly as much at least. thank you towels