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Seconds, minutes, hours, lifetimes...

i accidentaly deleted the photoshop file with the coloring of this drawing & only have this low res completely butchered png lol but here have it anyways. i don’t have the strenght to color it anew :’)

Don’t repost (reblog ok). Don’t pin to pinterest, don’t post to wattpad/twitter/instagram/facebook or anywhere else.

I'm drowning in your scent.

Liars are those that say magic is nonexistent, for how else would anyone explain why I feel so attached to something -or rather someone- I can't even see?

Though I know it's all nothing more than illusions, I wouldn't dare losing that memory of you.

It’s like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own heads. Always. All the time.

That story makes you who you are. We build ourselves out of that story.

(Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind)

neon gravestones try to call for my blood

today i read a thing about anxiety being your illusion of control over something you couldn't possibly control. it made me cry, but not because I could relate

it was because it reminded me that I don't have control and that fucking terrifies me

and because it reminded me that maybe if I was a little bit less like me, maybe I could have a bit more of that control

We live for the art.

who knocks at the garden gate?

Androgynous Fox Clothing | Swift Fox Button Up

"The meaning of the river flowing is not that all things are changing so that we cannot encounter then twice. But that some things stay the same only by changing."