It never occurred to them that, sure, maybe they never really had a roof and four walls, but they were never, in fact, homeless.
There’s so much evil out there in the world, Dean, I feel like I could drown in it. And when I think about my destiny, when I think about how I could end up…
searching for you
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I haven’t used my tablet in so long that I don’t want to touch this until I remember what I’m doing.
Hold your scythe like a stem of orchids and deal what you were born to, with grace.
The Broken Soldier - The Cursed Hero - The Fallen Angel
Pencil/Arcylic on Black Paper.
prompt: “You stand red-handed. You want to wash yourself in earth, in rocks and grass What are you supposed to do with all this loss?” Margaret Atwood, poem excerpt from ”Down”