nobody cares that you’re broken
Usually I draw cute,fluffy things….and then I remember I am a masochist for feels and I draw things like this…
* hide under poncho*
And now, something wonderful is going to happen. For me, and for you.
G o o d s o l i d e r , n o t h i n g e l s e
Let me tell you my story. Let me tell you everything.
once upon a time there was a little angel who fell
his little feathers fell from his little wings as well
“Can you hear them? All these people who lived in terror of you and your judgement, all these people who devoted, sacrificed themselves to you, can you hear them singing? […] But you’re not a god, you’re just a parasite […] You feed on them, on the memories of love and loss and birth and death and joy and sorrow so…so… come then. Take mine. Take my memories.”