Hello! this is the art & inspiration blog of a 29 year old who lives in Toronto, Canada. I draw silly things here. [Warning: May contain untagged blood, gore, triggers, etc. I do not tag things] [psst, click on any image to go to its...
She was made to be in the water. It was her escape. The one thing that wasn't always constant. The water wasn't forced to be a certain way or be at a certain place in a certain time. No, the water always moved, always changed.
*As I lower my self to the slick stones all my panic raided mind can do is scream* shes gone, shes gone, shes gone, shes gone, shes gone, she fell, shes gone, shes gone, I have to go back, she fell, she fell, he pushed her, what do I do?
I love this. Imagine how many stories the wrinkles in his skin could tell you. When I'm old, this is the kind of man I want to be. One with hundreds of stories. One who smiles so often, the crinkles near my eyes will be permanent, like this man here.