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Let me go
I don’t wanna be your
Hero

Let me go

I don’t wanna be your

Hero

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I was notified that my blog just turned two today!!
*sniffs, and wipes away tears* they grow up so fast!!

I was notified that my blog just turned two today!!

*sniffs, and wipes away tears* they grow up so fast!!

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what a complete nerd
Draw what you wear!!
- Everyday outfit- At home outfit - Special occasion outfit

what a complete nerd

Draw what you wear!!

- Everyday outfit
- At home outfit 
- Special occasion outfit

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feel kind of stuck sometimes, y’know?

feel kind of stuck sometimes, y’know?

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do it like me!

do it like me!

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Do good things happen to people who wait?

Do good things happen to people who wait?

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I figured somebody might have a birthday today?

I figured somebody might have a birthday today?

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All around my thumbnail the skin is wrinkled and hardened. I’ve fully adjusted to purple undertones and uncovered flesh, but to anyone not familiar it is still strange and horrific.

I’m not in pain. I’m just rotting slowly.

    It’s way too hot right now. The humidity is an extra pressure on my skin. It reminds me that I’m slowly disintegrating and leaving this world. All of us, we only have so much time to not think about what’s happening. We’re falling apart. Slowly.

I keep finding bugs in my bed. Moths land on me, ants crawl in my sheets. How can I possibly stop them? It’s summer, they are proving to the world that they’re alive.

    The part that’s scary is that they won’t be for long.

    I only have so much time to smell things that make me sick. I only have so much time to pick up dust with my finger.

    One day that dust will be my legacy.

    So I don’t have time time to waste being angry at people I love. I don’t have time to waste thinking about hatefully dying. I know this. And it doesn’t change me.

    My gratitude for what I’ve received is overwhelming, but I can’t express it. In the face of it all, I’m weak. I just stop moving altogether. I can’t even feel anything.

    Except I can feel things that touch me.

    And I can see things in front of me. Hear things things that move. Smell things, and taste them.

    It’s enough for me, if someone holds my hand. If I see colors and hear a heartbeat. If I smell the rain and it makes me remember the past. If there’s an aftertaste that’s slightly unpleasant, despite myself, I’ll know that I’m alive, won’t I?

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the only thing more disgusting than the original is how many notes it got

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the only thing more disgusting than the original is how many notes it got

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Will you draw you wearing Yang's outfit from RWBY?
Anonymous

I love Yang so much, but her outfit….would not be fun to wear

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how about you in winter clothes?
Anonymous

I am the fluff ball. It’s me.

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