I Promise I Didn't Disappear, I Just Don't Have Any Impulse Control And Started Several At Once Again

Childhood friends au

I just really like the idea of kid Jayce being shorter than kid Viktor

My heart aches a little every time I see someone grieving a person who's still alive. Someone’s staring too long at a contact they’ll never text again. Someone’s walking a familiar route slower than usual, as if the past might catch up and hold their hand. Someone’s deleting pictures, only to check the trash folder ten minutes later.

Healing is cruel, isn’t it? It asks you to carry silence like it’s a gift. It asks you to remember without falling apart. It asks you to be okay with never getting an apology.

But mourn. mourn fully, if that’s what you need. Cry on the bathroom floor. whisper their name in the dark if it helps. just promise me you’ll learn the shape of your own hands again.

And next time, hold your own heart a little gentler.

one of the greatest tragedies in life is that you will always be loved more than you will ever know. someone in class finds your presence inviting and warm, even if you’ve only ever exchanged a few words with them—maybe none at all. someone on the street loves your smile and it gets them down the next few streets. someone you used to be friends with still wishes to fondly call your name. someone you used to be friends with five years ago would give anything to be in the same room as you today. someone who regularly comes into work is disappointed when you aren’t there to brighten their day. someone missed you today. someone noticed you were gone. someone loves you when you’re there; someone loves you when you’re nowhere to be found at all. you think you have always disappeared when you’re no longer in the picture, but you’ve never left the frame.

So in English class we had to draw a scene from The Great Gatsby. After the drawings were done the teacher was showing them to the class, and one drawing was a pic of Gatsby reaching towards at the green light, but in the drawing Gatsby didn’t have hands. So my teacher starts saying something like how this picture has hidden meaning and portrays the helplessness Gatsby feels, and the kid next to me just casually says “I can’t draw hands.”

its true that crying wont solve things but we dont cry to solve. we cry to release

Chronic petname user Jayce vs Vik who only says his name (and a couple terms of endearment from his mother tongue)

"Viktor"

My second work for the event "The Art of Arcane: Exhibition & Panel" in Gallery Nucleus ✨

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need a full body massage a margarita 400mg of ibuprofen a plate of brownies at least an hour in a jacuzzi and 20,000 dollars cash

"fuck it we ball" is for stress about the future "it is what it is" is for stress about the past and "this too shall pass" is for stress about the present thank you for coming to my TED talk